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.

I float between
the realm of
the living and the dying.
I long for
bittersweet discovery,
only to find
my want and my need
split between two worlds.

Cars and gasoline and traffic,
Weddings, birthdays, and funerals,
The days, the months, the years.
Failures, mistakes,
Accomplishments, burden.
Life wears thin
as time gains substance.

Lifespans measured through the good and the bad days,
All a distant memory in the end.

I find myself staring
right into the abyss
day after day,
yet sunlight still burns my eyes.

I find myself tracing my timeline
of all my littlest achievements.
That is the aftermath of all my failures.

The Siren's song swimming into my ears,
sweetly against the harsh instrumental.
The angelic vocals flood all who hear;
a love of a melody so gentle.

Hair long and dark as the lyrics she sings,
eyes a bold green and skin a soft, pale tone.
A Goddess of elegance beauty brings,
whose talent does her no justice alone.

But nurture does as it will always do:
A son born from such grandeur; a Lion.
The immaculate voice is all but through;
A respite of lull sulks from the scion.

The achievements of song left in her wake;
I'll wait evermore, as long as it takes.

The rising sun's light reaching for my eyes,
almost blaring against the dawn.
The days just begun and I am already frightened.
The cool winds of morning
The smell of scrambled eggs
The sizzling of bacon.
Fatigue.
Another day.
Just remember to breathe.