Susan P. Blevins

Long ago I

cast off my skin like a snake
trampled in faded grass
dust heavy in my nostrils

shed the expectations of others
left them to take care of themselves
came untethered from the herd

lost my innocence and inhibitions
so carefully nurtured
in the stifling England of my youth

Now

at last I fly unhampered
in the pure air of
love, passion and acceptance

Spirit youthful,
heart wise and
ancient