A sack filled full, with the weight of many.

Back bent crooked with a head hung low.

Feet blistered from a journey of countless years.

Hands clenched tight yet with nothing to show.


Chest heaved laboured,

each inhaled breath - heavier than the last.

Eyes had stung forever,

bearing salt from errors past.

I cannot satisfy myself with flowers
Out of fear of never seeing the trees
Swim in puddles
When I know that I ought to dance in the ocean
Selfishly, I'm not sorry now
Though I may once have been
If you are niether as tall or as deep as these
But I want no wattage less than sunshine
No new life born of less than me
You will learn this quickly, perhaps
That I am a proud and patient sort of being

maybe today
I want to wear a dress
or tall shoes

dressed however I want
not the way you want me to

I'll grow my hair
or cut it short
your opinion doesn't matter anymore

I don't care for those who stare
you are my blood
won't you accept me

I'm hiding
it's tiring

sad thing

I hide for your sake
not mine