Short Cut

I’ve just entered.
I didn’t need deliverance, doctors,
white walls or ammonia -
I surpassed all of that.

The man in the elevator
was playing Jesus - He told me
stories of when He walked on water.

Please believe in me. I’m natural.
I created myself under the apple tree
next to the Wyeth painting
on the front lawn -
you know the one.

I uncovered the linen from
my head - New born?
I felt the soft skin
(almost Velvet).
It turned outward, Trusting.

It took some time
to discover myself.
Precious years, infact.
However, I learnt from
the Man in the elevator that
no-one would do it for me.