tw// homophobia (especially due to religion)

a small, clumsy child
in a room full of glass
is told to look, but never to touch
and it's the child's fearful obedience
that makes the parent revel in their victory

a naïve, desperate teen
is admonished for looking at someone
they never should've touched
(for a bible verse told them so. even kissing was a sin for them)
and it's the teen's desolate silence
that helps the parent sleep at night

don't worry, parent
now i know not to look or touch
please rest easy
my life will not be broken glass

On every alluring  mountain peek
where the soil has buried it deep
there is a heart somewhere up there
hiding from everyone's reach
the rubble the rock the rugged roads
the cliffs the falls the thorns
the height the struggle the effort
differs from one to another
from bumps to dunes to spires
the struggle doth differ much
but if the climbers mind sees no other peek
then for sure your heart will be found.

do you think, when god created us,
they immediately realized their mistake?
the angels must have hated us
they should
they do.

imagine being the perfect epitome of a being,
only to be cast aside for those who create nothing but unbridled chaos.
"it’s what makes them perfect"
they said once, when one of the angels asked about it
"the chaos?" Gabriel asked
"their humanity."

i'm convinced none of them understood exactly what “humanity” means,
and we don’t either.

the day that i reach the end of the road,
when i meet earth, and my soul is the only thing left
and it just so happens
that the god I write about turns out to be real,
i hope they let me ask this question just once

I once saw death and asked why?
So much fear, freezing with fierce,
That could be it; He then asked what why?
Why so much fear I asked,
A dark, cold smile and he vanished,
For there once again light and warm,
But then it was not the death,
Who answered my question,
For his absence did the trick,
Once again, I saw someone familiar,
This time it is life, what a joyful blessing,
Happiness bloomed for she is the mother,
I asked her why once again as I did,
She gave a warm smile and yet,
Again vanished once more without answers,
But death returned with a grim smile,
What is this game you are trying to play,
For he spoke, at last, breaking the silence,
I am the death; I am the life,
In this worldly manifestation, I am both,
It is you who saw the way I was,
Dark and freezing, warm and welcoming,
I am not the darkness nor the light,
I am not he nor she, the mother nor the father,
Listen to my voice; I heard her whispers in me,
At last, deep down I know what it means,
At last, I know what it means.