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My Dementor lives inside of me.
Its actions don’t respond to pleading,
or begging or cries of fear.
I can see my Dementor
inside my skin, running its fingers
along my bones or pricking at
my muscles. It tries to take my life
from me, taking it upon its lips
as if it were performing the
Dementors Kiss. I use my wand
that is a needle to try and keep
my Dementor at bay, to perform
the tricky and difficult Patronus Charm.
However, sometimes, I am unable
to say the words, to shape the syllables
that would protect me. All that comes
out of my lips is a mumble of letters,
of would be words, and they have no power.
Sometimes, I am so fatigued from
the constant battle with my Dementor,
the every day fight to stay whole,
that I am not able to raise my wand
in time before it strikes.
I needed to drive it back, to conquer,
to have power over it instead of
it having power over me.
Knowing that my Dementor
is strongest inside my legs,
making walking difficult and painful,
I chose to make my own magic,
to cast a spell that would remain,
even when I could not say the words.
A wizard used a different kind of needle
to etch this spell along the skin
of my leg. When I look upon it,
I know without doubt that I
carry the power within me
to vanquish the dark.