She was a star-shaped soul
trying to fit into society’s round holes
one day she woke up and … changed
she sang a song to which there were
no words
she danced a dance to which there were
no steps
her soul awakened
with a ferocity born of revelation
she tore the rusty collar of shoulds
from around her neck
and cast it away
she sang the song of wanton freedom
and reckless beauty
Peace Out Peeps ~ JP
Crone and Curmudgeon 