I feel I am cursed
Someone put a spell on me
But then I look up
The sky fills with divine light
Rough seas, but I am content

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words this week were Hex and Blessed, but only synonyms were allowed.  I did a tanka.  And, OK, I chose the photo (from one I did earlier this year) and wrote the poem to fit ;)