I am a witch

 I was born with a flicker of ability
It wasn’t enough
I learned what I could
It wasn’t enough
I did what I could
It wasn’t enough
I taught what I could
It won’t be enough
Now I am old
Now I draw maps
You have concerns about the pen I use
You have concerns about the ink’s source
Have your concerns
But take the maps
I paid for them with my days