Young Again

When I was young, my heart was young then, too. Anything that it would tell me, that’s the thing that I would do.~Gene MacLellan

The lies wrapped around me like a wound globe
demonstrably false in a concrete probe
no time to test and reject the theory
peer pressure and scorn heaped on naif query

survival requires an intake complete
–then Santa exposed a checkrein to cheat
me from my inheritance. Damnation
propaganda-led. Remuneration

I claim, rebuke the utter dissonance
designed to disempower. Common sense
reveals me grounded on earth’s plane, breath free
abundant and sunlit sovereignty.

Inspired by: Remuneration, Rebuke, Design, Concrete and the unraveling of so many lies reminding me of forcing the shell of a wound golf ball when I was young, and having to clean up all the resulting tiny pieces of rubber bands.

Featured image: This morning’s sunrise through leaves, Delauney filter.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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