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called2voyage
called2voyage
34/Trans Female/USA Disabled trans storyteller
I never thought I'd cry over someone who is there to hold my tears. How lucky I must be to have someone at my side and another out there waiting! I hope she knows how much she already means to me in so short a time. Her soft hair and warm touch linger in the back of my mind. I hear her voice whispering how amazing I am. How did I get so lucky? Is this what it's like to have love abundantly? It seems to have just fallen into my lap. I can't even keep my words together. They just flow out of my head unrestrained as I struggle to comprehend this new feeling. My body seems so against me, but patiently she waits for my rusty joints to ease up. Does she know how much it means to me? Does she know how much she means to me? She has so many to love her and she chooses to include me. I sit quietly in her garden of flowers--happy to be in her colorful rows. Spoiled to receive her affection, I bask in her kindness. God, what has happened to me! I am hopelessly overwhelmed by her sincerity. I'm waiting to tell her glimmering face how my heart beats toward hers.
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Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 4:31 AM UTC
Does she know?
I have never shot for the stars before For fear of missing everything But now I find the stars in my hand And think that aiming high might be more than asking for failure I have rarely dug too deeply before For fear of missing the best cavern But now I find that I missed more By traveling so shallowly I never swam so freely before Suffocating in the air of a million poolsides and beaches I never knew how deep joy could run Until I tested the depth of water with both feet When I finally let go I found I have as many shots as there are stars I can travel deeply in many caves without scarcity I can breathe better in the water than I ever did on land When I finally let go, I found That there is truer safety in reckless abandon Than can ever be found within solitary caution
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 4:25 PM UTC
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I wouldn't undo time. I may wish some experiences had happened differently or had never come about, but the road I took is inextricably me. I do hope that I have learned enough to go forward and continue what I set out on this long road for in the first place: to live courageously, to build precious community, to uncover memories buried, to know love firsthand--not just love, but liberation, interdependence, intimacy. My heart, the heart of chosen family to lead me on so that I may find why time could not undo me.
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Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 3:41 PM UTC
Time
My heroes are born in pain. And in pain they seek beauty. By their hands they find it. They spill their blood and tears into words. Then they pick up their swords. They march forward, resolved If no one else will start, they will. But my heroes are not heroes because they sacrificed themselves. They are not heroes because they bled. They didn't do anything that you couldn't do. They are heroes because even in their pain they gave a **** and asked you to join them. Imagine what we could do if you actually did.
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Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 11:48 PM UTC
True Heroes
I see you lying in bed, overwhelmed with feeling. I see you giddy, smiling so wide you can't keep your eyes open. I see you holding space for the ones that matter to you. And I'm lucky that one of those is me. I see you someday, barefoot in the grass. I see you standing in your radiance beneath the autumn glow. I see you poised to speak, with a crown of flowers on your head. And I'm lucky that you'd speak to me. I see you every day, dreaming more and more. I see you chasing after your desires. I see you accepting all the love that comes to you. And I'm lucky that the love you take's from me. You see me everyday the way I see you. You see the tears of joy and pain. You see every bit of me. And I'm lucky that the one I see is you.
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 4:42 PM UTC
I See You
Burn it all, they said. If we can't have her, then leave her dead. They set about to light a fire. They torched it all to sate their ire. We left her there to gather dust. Leave it all in others' trust. And since we left her we surmise She must prefer those other guys. They said all this and set alight The town they once held in delight. They hated the new lives within So they razed the town to **** with them
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
Raze the Town
Oh it's been a long time, Not nearly long enough. I never wanted you to cry. I never meant to harm our love. I didn't ask for you to go. I didn't ask for you to be. I didn't ask for you to rush. I just needed you to want me. What happened to the sun? It seemed so suddenly to fade. When you cried I didn't run, But it seems you slipped away. I wasn't looking to replace you, and I greatly hoped it wouldn't break you, but I found the things that I was missing. You didn't have to go. I just needed you to want me.
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
Didn't Ask
I'm not your prodigal son; I'm your abandoned daughter. Don't wait around for me to return. I won't. I gave and gave because I was a child Hoping for love I received conditionally. When I stopped giving, you left. That says more about you than me. You worship a God in your image. One who asks for all. You say he loves unconditionally, But that's what you said about you. You worship an abuser, And in his name you abuse. You pray for repentance But are unwilling to change yourself. I know you miss me. You want me back so I can give, And a part of you really does care. Your actions matter more. You could love me again If you wanted. I haven't hidden myself from you. I'm still here. You can't expect me to come Crawling back to you. The fattened calf you'd offer only If I approached on your terms. That's not the forgiving father. That's a parent still grasping For control of their child. I don't need your food. If you wanted to learn, Maybe even consider You could be wrong, I might call you again. You won't even use my name. Like the neighbors of your savior, You say, isn't this our son? I'm unwelcome in your home. So I've finally done it. I did what I knew I had to. I shook the dust from my sandals, And I left.
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
Why I stopped calling
The world is a dark and complicated morass, Wherein countless lost children pass In and out of the shadows and greet each other with a smile or a nod. Isolated, lonely little hearts playing With complex emotions in a word staying Abreast of all the troubling events for better or worse. Light and laughter dwells but a moment In tender unions just before fears foment A cascade of ****** worries filling up the eternal halls. Then a single flame at first finds another Huddling in the dark over scraps Mother Left for kindling a fire in the depths of destitution. At first the two but soon three and more Shelter the faltering fire taking hold for Reviving communion among the distanced souls. As more join a bonfire starts and talking Not just of pleasantries you hear while walking, But of sincere connection between scared children discovering they can conquer the dark. Some children still pass in the dark hall, Knowing not the darkness nor how small They really are in the scope of the full extent of the world. But every once in a while, more often as it grows, A child stops and really sees what the others chose In banding about a fire fueled by the scraps of a difficult time.
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Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
Children in the Dark
It's funny how focusing on me Makes all else fall in place. When others' needs are all I see, I lose myself in that space.
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
Falling in place