I always hated them--
how they left me behind the curtains,
worthless, unseen, forgotten
So when you told me
I was part of one,
shame flooded the courners of my soul
And yet, so did joy;
spreading like a warm fire.
Finally, a place where I belonged.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
I always hated them--
how they left me behind the curtains,
worthless, unseen, forgotten
So when you told me
I was part of one,
shame flooded the courners of my soul
And yet, so did joy;
spreading like a warm fire.
Finally, a place where I belonged.
The thing that brings my joy is the thing that erases people, the same way I was erased. Far. Too. Many. Times.
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