Tossing Boxes To The Wind | Prose - Poem by Anna Maria
I write for my ones who are to come after me,
that they may learn from whence they came
and be inspired to seek their own destinies.
For destinies we do have,
and they are written in the stars.
I was enslaved and bound by evil forces
that posed as good and right.
I learned the true gifts of freedom-
freedom of heart,
freedom of mind,
freedom of spirit,
and freedom of creativity.
I discovered that what was good
had been labeled evil,
and that what was right
had been labeled wrong.
But, it was all backwards and upside down.
Somewhere along the way,
in the history of our world,
deceivers entered the stage
and poisoned the books.
For thousands of years,
many peoples of our world
have been led astray by these liars,
but ancient truths refuse to die
and are now awakened
to the spirits of sleepwalkers
such as I was compelled to be.
But sleep no longer shall I,
and I shall take the bull by the horns,
and with the strength of who I am
and of all I have ever been,
I shall accomplish the mission I came here to perform
on behalf of that which is good and right,
and none shall thwart my path again.
I shall use the voice I have been given
to share the words I have been given
in the manner I see fit.
I toss all boxes to the wind,
as rules cannot contain me any more.
Presuppositions and tunnel vision world views
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