Some magic is meant to be left wild

untouched.
unclaimed.
still breathing somewhere
between memory and instinct.

I felt it
the pull,
low and steady,
like roots reaching for something
they were never meant to hold.

there are moments
that arrive like prophecy
-quiet, undeniable-
and ask you
to choose
between becoming
and consuming.

I could have taken it.
I could have crossed that threshold,
let it unravel me
in all the ways
that feel like destiny
in the dark.

But not everything
that calls your name
is meant to belong to you.

Some things exist
to awaken the body,
to stir the soul,
to remind you
of the power you carry
when you do not give in.

So I left it there
in the forest of almost,
in the space where it still lives
unchanged,
untouched,
eternal in its restraint.

and I walked away
not empty
but fuller
than I have ever been 🌑