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My sexuality was once like the Easter Bunny:

Fake
A Lie
My Cross
Loneliness
A Dead End

Now I see sexuality more like an Egg:

Real
The Truth
My Redemption
Oneness
A Rabbit Hole
Happy
PRIDE
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I built myself a stonewall
As sturdy as could be
‘Twas raised to keep love from my heart
You can’t belong to me

Securely safe with barbed-wire
And traps set all around
But, last night, seeing you again
All I raised collided down
I was inspired by Shel Silverstein's "Snowball" poem.
K Balachandran Apr 2014
He travels great distance against all odds,
reaches the border, but turns back helpless
she just stands there, impatiently smiling
with extended hands, but making no move
to cross the emotional wall, they built themselves.
prisoners within the self built cells of emotion

— The End —