I feel the ripples.
Photons reflected back at me.
Pinging off my unnamed sensors.
I’m empty of words.
Staring back at the distorted faces, tracking every wave I make.
I chose the path of pleasure.
I chose the path of acceptance and love.
I chose a voice over conformity.
I chose to look back when the mood strikes, fearless
So I can appreciate and welcome what I’m moving towards.
They want to punish me for all of it.
For daring to deviate from their teachings, their gospel, their control.
I walk on
Unabashed confidence and swagger.
