At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.~Frederick Perren.
A sunlit cloudscape pitches me wordless
blinking reflective surprise. The worthless
terrified young child emerges meek-taught
by venal sufferers who could be bought
the suffering inflicting suffering
the gasping heat high summer sweltering
I move intuitively groove. Each blessing
comes disguised. Appearances distressing.
Still I rise. Belted kingfisher rattles
skies just as the long ripples unravel
dies cast in the murky past. I stride free
sovereign, compassionate. Don’t mess with me.