Steven LaChance Blog

The witch said, fear me, but I didn’t.
And I won’t.

Fairytales don’t survive
where real living begins.
No spellbook can outdo the ache
of waking up and still choosing grace.

Energy is a circle,
not a dagger.
What you put out comes back, not through magic,
but through truth.
Through consequence.
Through the quiet way life returns what you give it.

Call it a curse,
but I call it intention.
And if your intention is to wound,
then don’t flinch when it’s your own hand bleeding.

The world isn’t watching for villains or heroes.
It’s watching for honesty.
For integrity.
For what you do when no one’s clapping.

So curse if you must,
but understand,
the echo always knows
where to return.

Don’t fear witches.
Don’t fear giants.
Fear your own thoughts,
your own intentions,
because that’s your real magic.
That’s your true energy.
And that’s what the world remembers.

(I wrote this poem because I was thinking about people I’ve known who claim they’ve cursed others. When you look at their lives, it’s clear that the curses they believed they were sending out to harm someone else have actually come back to haunt them, right where they belong. That’s why I always say ‘bless your enemies,’ but bless them in a way that what they receive reflects everything they’ve put into the world. If you’re spreading goodness and abundance, that’s what will return to you. But if you’re sending out curses, you’re the one who will feel their full weight. There’s a reason people say “harm none.” It’s not just about avoiding harm to others. It’s because when you set out to hurt someone, you’re the one who ends up hurting. Blessed are the wicked.)