To my patrons

It used to be that I denied myself
I didn't listen to what my own mind was telling me
I put the magic mystery on the shelf
In Fantasy, where everyone says it should be

But what if those feelings are real
and not just my imagination
Can anyone forever deny what they feel,
without their soul suffering degradation?

Now I sit, and listen to myself and my words
I don't ignore what I feel, what I see
I thank the blessed kindreds
for not abandoning me

Forget the pain, forget the pressure
Allow the past to sink into the well
and pass into depth without measure
Allow me my Gods, and in their love I dwell

Odin and Macha, Allfather and Morrigan
You who know me so well,
Thank you for taking me home again,
after into your laps I fell.

The road is long, and stretches far ahead,
But with you as guides, I've nothing to dread.