An Indigo Woman

Sometimes rambling is not nonsensical.

Do I have a voice?

What should I say?

Who should I tell it to?

How should I say it?

Sometimes it's okay to be irrational,

And spiritual, and express yourself freely.

Strangely, shit makes sense.

I've been unwell for 8 years,

lost my guts in an unknown location,

felt something was wrong with my guts,

and struggled to communicate properly.

Scars and cut-out stomachs are keepsakes.

Vizag was nice to me.

I was unkind to her.

I am not a Vizagite, and I dislike my skin, deformed legs, and now eyes.

It is me who is alien, who doesn't know who she is or

what to say when I feel like a loser.

I couldn't speak.

There's nothing to say, really.

I have no one to joke around with.

Words have been cruel to me for a long time.

But the kindness of some unknown mystical figure made all the difference.

I saw the indigo aura around me which I never knew

Everything was the same except my changed perception of myself,

not as a failure but as a warrior in defeating evil and saviour of self as well as others...

Now I have a voice to say YES I'm different, in a good way...