"I want to know what love is!"

The ballads croon...
A yearning I can't dismiss.
Seeking love in all the ‘right’ places,
But come up short,
heart strewn, finding no traces...

I have strayed in dares and curiosity,
overwhelming sensations that birth animosity.
Pushed down, down, down deep below,
dormant, to 'fit in’, the bitter ‘pill’ I swallow.

Much older now, can I claim my truth?
A Christian? Does that free me: a rebirth?

Am I ‘queer as ****’?!
Can I truly love without feeling stuck?
The heart requires courage,
But weak am I; keep praying for marriage.

Am I a hopeless case?
Or will I love and embrace?

Will I ever be free?
To be me?
Or will I keep denying,
and keep trying,
to fit the mould
of this world?



f#@k!!! f#@k!!!