Fresh Air

As the Godess as my witness

↝three times now↜

I've wrung my hands of thee

Three x's  a charm

Hell, if that's not what I believe

I spring back and I dive into the pool

I engulf my spirit in this familiar beloved domain

where all song cradles me

my voice devoid of your name

I gyrate with the  rhythm of my own accord

and I feel absolute gratitude

for everything that I have learned.

I move on

to my own groove,

to my own song.

and  

I proceed to live life as my own.