My own thoughts may seem light and fluffy but still just as deep as yours.
No hate courses threw these veins.
I have no rough edges to cut and mangle.
I am foreign to many, rejected because I don't subscribe to the alter egos.
I prefer Truth over Fiction, reality over illusions.
I am grounded and firm, not luke warm or wishy washy.
Yes I had hurts and yes I had pain and oh oh yes I had shame but
I am now whole and free and that fills me with such glee.
I traded my black robes and dark probes for white ones washed in the blood.
I shall escape the coming flood.
No longer do I dwell on my past but look to the hope in the future.
I don't smoke dope or snort coke or shoot or drop.
I don't need such prompts to be the real me or to feel open and elated.
My integrity can not be debated.
While happy is not popular or hip I can still throw something into the mix.
My Love is no longer Pain, and a drain to the soul.
I would rather bring other up then cling and sling and drown in sorrows.
I look forward to my tomorrows.
Go ahead and call me a Pollyanna.
(me at 3yrs old)