There is a spring in the bad lands.
I remember water infused with strength.
Crystal shine, pure.
Cold. Frozen.

Celebrated as a true believer, gloating
hypocrites baptized me. In the bad lands,
that spring.
I became a disciple.

They hid the truth.
They hid their demons,
They hid in the deep.
They blamed me.

Crystal cool heaven,
consume me.
Please let me swim,
down below.

I need to go.
I just want to see.
I am a zealot.
I need to know where it is, the entrance to
the under.

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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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