Nov 2015
It isn't easy.
The anxiety of coming out
Is enough to make a stagnant puddle
Become a tidal wave hitting
A bay of doubt.
You may know the person
Will accept you in open arms
But the storm in your heart
Is a tempest of terrifying possibility
That's wears down the walls of your confidence.
Your voice burrows deep in your throat
You know the words, but not their sounds
But you fight the Goliath that is your worries
And you force your true existence out.
And they will love you still,
If ever they loved you at all.
The anxiety of coming out
Is enough to make a stagnant puddle
Become a tidal wave hitting
A bay of doubt.
You may know the person
Will accept you in open arms
But the storm in your heart
Is a tempest of terrifying possibility
That's wears down the walls of your confidence.
Your voice burrows deep in your throat
You know the words, but not their sounds
But you fight the Goliath that is your worries
And you force your true existence out.
And they will love you still,
If ever they loved you at all.
Thank you, Ava, for accepting me without a moments doubt.
Thank you, Mom, for helping me in my journey.
Thank you, Dad, for letting me be me.
Thank you, Audra, for accepting me without a moments judgement.
Thank you, my aunts, uncle, and cousins, for the outstanding support and unconditional acceptance you gave me tonight, through a simple Winnie The Pooh card.
Thank you, everyone, anyone, who sees me for who I am.
Thank you, Mom, for helping me in my journey.
Thank you, Dad, for letting me be me.
Thank you, Audra, for accepting me without a moments judgement.
Thank you, my aunts, uncle, and cousins, for the outstanding support and unconditional acceptance you gave me tonight, through a simple Winnie The Pooh card.
Thank you, everyone, anyone, who sees me for who I am.
