Breaking the Spell...

For oh, so long I have known
this-
that the spell had been
cast
and for years I have sought
remedies
through priests and preachers,
curanderas,
-all to no avail...
And I have learned
that there exists
no
recitation or potion
amulet or talisman
- nothing like these
can break the
curse...
But, thankfully time has revealed
a great, cosmic
truth-
" God is all powerful,"
" What goes around comes around."
and, " Evil always boomerangs back
to it's source."
And yes,
I have listened to many moving
sermons
and seen the unexplained
but to be granted divine help
let's first help
ourselves...
and never give a foothold to haters,
emotional vampires
- we must upsurp toxicity
and apathy,
crush denial,
by bearing witness
- declaring it
loud!
And only then
is the spell
broken-
that evil spell
silence
which breeds but
strife
and with it
- violence.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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