I have faced a fair amount of trials in the last 10-20 years.
And for a fair amount of that time I avoided myself. I shied away from who I knew I was and who I wanted to be. I let society and culture decide for me, and I drowned in it. For such a long time.
This year has been some of the hardest trials I've ever faced, but also some of the most beautiful and rewarding, because of what they've made me face, and how I've turned back toward what I lost so long ago.
This is the first poem I've shared publicly in almost six years. It's different than anything I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it.
Forward is the only option
Trying to escape herself in this
sea of doubt
Ruling her mind in every
attempt to shout out
Is she as crazy as they say?
Does she need a moment away?
Or is she simply a woman swayed
By a culture that's lead her astray?
How young was she when they taped her mouth shut
with words and scorns for having born
her own name
In this shame
She weeps, but not to be held
to be heard
A word
It's all she desires to get out
But it never comes out
How it's supposed to
Because she's lost touch
With how to feel less used
They fall all around her - lying
crying
Dying to put her feet on the ground
Grasping
Collapsing
Fleeing defeat
But she knows she's meant for more
Than this
And it's only a matter of time
Before this rhythm turns to a rhyme
Before she dives overboard
And soars through the water
To find
Herself
Right where she left it
When they dragged her away
Those many years ago..