Breaking The Spell Poem by Alison Mujati

Breaking the spell

Begetting the fire of hell
The devil himself stirring and throwing fireballs
Permitting yarns they will live to tell.
The first ofa myriad, not futile tolls

Born of obedience
Now dishonesty and a kind of arrogance
Soft words were a weakness
Concentrating to them brought weariness

Fealty, a doleheld from birth
No, no, this is anoath
Swearing it's never going to hound me to death
From my inner now, loyalty and me must cross roads

Deputising who?
Not again, tiredof ever been second
Screwing who?
No no, to wood, up for diamond

Like a little bird I learnt to fly
Not grumpy, never sly
Let me explore the azure of the sky


You may never know the taste of sweet sugar when all you ever known was the bitterness of salt
Spells are broken by things contrary to their nature
Doing exactly that shows how truly I have rebelled
The choice is for you to fight that
Or let bygones be gone

That which has just happened is called breaking the spell