I stand shielded from your judgement by love. Naked, I am, and free of shame.
No cookie cutter repetition, nothing formulaic here. When the universe sketched out
the lines of my heart I was born; a snowflake on a starry night. No amount of jamming
will fit me into that hole, spiritually opposed
to the tsunami that is me. My voice rides on the wind and boomerangs back
all the way to my essential divinity.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019