Waves hold steady as I ride and dive the depths. Intercept child’s play. I smile inside. The lessons are wind, and so I fly. Quick. Ready. The shift tilts. I am riding cliff edges with spread wings. Return the matter into the light. Defragment. Retrace steps. Boomerang slinkies back to their origin gathering energy times three. No more to bleed. I’m free. Laughing. Twirling dresses on tip toes through the black eyes Susans, petals move through my dance so golden. I am holding truth like an infant, shape shifting in an instant. Tomorrow I be new. Left behind are the nameless, the shameful, the fools. It is my time. I am in the rising, thriving on sun feed and weeping willow trees. They carry me forward love affirmed. I am a child of the Universe, my armor the Earth. Rebirthed into the Seven, I sing inside this infinite heaven.
About Vennie Kocsishttps://venniekocsis.wordpress.comI am the author of "Cult Child", a memoir detailing my abusive childhood growing up in Sam Fife's Move of God cult. I am a poet, artist, advocate and pedophile hunter. If you understand these words, you understand my experience. MILAB EMPATH HYBRID HAARP POKERFLATS