The Myth of the Passion Witch Part 2

Before she ever held a torch for others,
she stood alone in the dark, afraid of her own fire.

She was born with a spark—
passion, intuition, hunger for meaning—
but she learned early that flame could be frightening.

She watched her father burn too hot,
his anger and ungrounded magick
making others shrink away in fear.

So she made a silent vow:

I will be safe.
I will be good.
I will be small.

She tucked her own fire deep beneath achievement,
under perfect grades and polite competence.
She built a life that looked exactly right—
and felt like someone else’s.

People praised her intellect,
her reliability,
her mastery of systems and science.

But at night, she could feel the ember under her ribs
warming itself awake.

One day the cost became too heavy:
a well-managed life with no room for her soul.

Success without breath.

So she cracked.
Quietly, like a seed splitting open.
A fracture just wide enough
for a voice to slip through:

There is more.

She followed that voice down—
into the rooms where she kept the parts
that didn’t fit the version of herself she was selling.

Desire.
Shadow.
Power.
Witch.

She was terrified she would find her father’s fire there.
She did.
But she found something else, too:

love.

She realized the danger was never the fire—
it was the absence of grounding,
the absence of holding,
the absence of tenderness around heat.

So she learned to hold her own flame
with both hands—steady, anchored, chosen.

That was the moment the torch lit.

Not when she excelled.
Not when she achieved.
Not when she was praised.

But when she turned toward the flame
she once feared would ruin her—
and found a home there.

She did not become a witch through rebellion.
She became a witch through reconciliation.

And when she emerged,
the crossroads appeared under her feet—
the intersection of who she was told to be
and who she actually is.

She took her place there.
Torch in hand.
Not as a warning.
As a welcome.

Her magick began the moment she stopped running from her own fire and chose to tend it instead.