No, I don’t wanna
Go places where I
Have to stand in lines or
Have dinner at the same time
Every night or
Be inside crowds;
Places too loud
Where the chatter
Becomes chaos.
Give me stages
Where I can
Engage and explain,
Sing a refrain,
Feel the purpose
Of the collective
Soaking in my directive.
No, I don’t wanna
Walk through shopping malls
Or office building halls;
Stand under fluorescent lighting or
Listen to the sounds
Of people fighting;
Deviant intent
Or any other trigger.
Give me quiet,
Soft hugs and laughter,
Feeling the trees;
The wind in their leaves.
Give me the access
To understanding
From those who
Believe that to give
Is sweeter than
To receive,
Because
No, I don’t wanna,
And sometimes
That’s just how things are.
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Vennie Kocsis is a writer, artist, and survivor who uses her creativity to explore the depths of the human experience. Her writing is raw, honest, and thought-provoking, delving into themes of trauma, healing, and personal growth.
With a background in writing and a passion for storytelling, Vennie has written several books and articles on the topics of cult survival and trauma healing. Her work has been featured in publications such as “Escaping Utopia” by Dr. Janja Lalich, Book Riot’s Top 100 Cult Books, Bad Redhead Media, Shepherd’s Books and International Cultic Studies journal.
When she’s not writing, Vennie can be found making art, being still within herself, or spending time in nature. She believes that creativity and connection are essential to a fulfilling life, and she strives to inspire others to embrace their own unique paths.
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