The Rave Girl

I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
 
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—
untamed spirits in perfect harmony.
 
But don’t mistake this freedom for naivety;
 I always had a cross hung close to me,
reminders of the divine essence I hold,
a being of light in a world of gold.
Names were unspoken, intentions clear,
surrounded by peace, untouched by fear.
In those moments of rhythm and love,
I felt a connection to something above.
 
NP