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Winds of Change

People learn to love Before it’s too late.

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published 3 months ago 2 min read
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INTRODUCTION

I wrote this poem after a long stretch of years that changed me in ways I never expected. COVID, kidney disease, surgery, almost dying, all of it reshaped my body, my voice, and the way I move through the world. I’m not the same woman I was before 2022, and I don’t pretend to be.

But something opened in me after that hospital bed. A light, a clarity, a truth I couldn’t ignore anymore. This poem comes from that place, the place you reach only after you’ve been cracked open and somehow decide to keep going.

This is the voice of the woman who survived.

This is the voice I’m sharing now

This is the light I have chosen now.

“This poem comes from the place I live now, the light I choose, not the light I was given. After everything my body and life have carried, I write from a different center. A quieter one. A truer one. This is the voice that rose after the storm.”

Winds of Change

Winds of change come and go

Change is inevitable to not flow

The earth spins

People grin

People hate

People learn to love

Before it’s too late.

Too many lies have overridden truth

The sky is blue

And so are you

Beauty and bruised

So far from the truth

The lie syndrome could be cured

But powers that be

Hate you and me

Love is good

Hate is bad

It is so sad

But if you would

Do as you should

Don’t bow to kings who hate

Don’t open that gate

Step away from the lies

As the anti Christ

Has yelled, screamed

It would seem

Because they are mean

Cruel, and flowers die

As the anti Christ spews hate,

Death, and destruction

Across the globe

To every adobe

I wish for the evil to go away

Never come back to this day

I wish the evil hate gone

Away to a big black hole

For all evil anti Christ to be gone

As they are punished for their hate

As they are thrown out of the heavenly gate

Let the light rise higher than the lies,

a quiet flame softening every shadow.

I speak in symbols, not faces,

calling the heavy hate winds to loosen their grip.

May the dark machinery of cruelty fade,

may truth stand steady,

may the bruised world breathe again.

Live and let live

with truth, with light,

with the courage to refuse the darkness

and let love outlast the noise.

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli