A Witch Is Under My Bed

I wrote this poem during National Poetry Month 2021, as a member of a group of poets who explore a variety of poetic forms. This form is a pantoum:

A witch is under my bed
she hasn't told me her name
I know she's into my head
to clean out all of my shame.

She hasn't told me her name
says now it's time for a crisis
to clean out all of my shame
I'm thinking probably Isis.

Says now it's time for a crisis
my days on earth are imploding
I'm thinking probably Isis
her message clearly foreboding

my days on earth are imploding
no time to waste casting blame
her message clearly foreboding
let go of all of your games

No time to waste casting blame
I'll practice love with each sigh
let go of all of my games
until the day that I die

I'll practice love with each sigh
I know she's into my head
until the day that I die
a witch is under my bed