Apr 2020
no,
I am not a gate keeper
and if I was
I'd be a bad one at best.
Loose screws and chicken wire
am I nothing more than a broken fence
for every right I appeal
seems to stir up your defense
why is my heart so open
and your hands so greedy
digging into my soil
why can't my words
and my hurt
loosen my jaw enough
to over ride my logic
to take that chance away
from hurting you
by asking for what space
is rightfully ours
to share.
Before long,
and day after day
the universe still asks me
to open up wider
than I had ever thought possible
my heart
for the world to be consumed
by my love and understanding
my deep and turbulent ocean
can still give
more
than impossible
and that can never be stolen
I am not a gate keeper
and if I was
I'd be a bad one at best.
Loose screws and chicken wire
am I nothing more than a broken fence
for every right I appeal
seems to stir up your defense
why is my heart so open
and your hands so greedy
digging into my soil
why can't my words
and my hurt
loosen my jaw enough
to over ride my logic
to take that chance away
from hurting you
by asking for what space
is rightfully ours
to share.
Before long,
and day after day
the universe still asks me
to open up wider
than I had ever thought possible
my heart
for the world to be consumed
by my love and understanding
my deep and turbulent ocean
can still give
more
than impossible
and that can never be stolen
I have been having another identity crisis (during an external crisis) but thankfully I have loosened my belt on who I think I am and allowed myself (and those around me) even MORE space. My post traumatic growth is more important to me than the comfort that comes from embracing tightly onto my current* sense of identity. Which is fleeting and forever evolving.
(Cisgender Female/New Jersey)
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