Poetry
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Celebrating Myself
I didn’t know what freedom was
But I sure loved the feeling
I didn’t realize it then, but I had found my escape
Let goodness lure you in, you can trust it
Listen to your body and you will be free
Those who can make you feel flawed have the power
Suddenly you need them
To fix you and tell you how to be
Journey alone and your voice gets louder
The cacophony fades away
I’m not finding myself, but finding my worth
I’m not lost, just unseen so frequently – by even my own soul
They gave me blinders – “wear these to fit in”
Now I couldn’t see where I ended, and they began
What would feel real if truth could speak for itself?
Hundreds of little shards of glass
Broken bits of me
Arranging them together as a sparkling mosaic
Each one reflecting my spirit
I’m joining the resistance by not hiding
Sharp and bright – this art is dangerous
Drawing attention is a threat to the weak
They protect themselves by rattling the strong
They cower at authenticity
Celebrating myself is my chosen act of rebellion
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Courage and Privilege
It takes courage to be who you really are;
Just you and nothing and nobody else.Unveiled for the world to see.
No masks. No apologies.But it’s not always as simple as having guts;
Not always as easy as being fierce.Owning yourself takes dedication and grit, but also fortune and fate.
Breaking away requires strength and commitment, courage and … privilege.Freedom requires hard work and firm boundaries and lots of good luck,
Because courage won’t get you very far swimming with sharks.Not everyone is safe leaving the shadows, stepping out into the light.
Not everyone will be loved and supported if they come out of the closet.Not everyone has the privilege of ruffling feathers or the safety net to rock the boat;
Fallout isn’t distributed equally.Sometimes the brave thing is to keep hidden until it’s the right time or place.
Sometimes it’s the strong thing to keep up an act when you so badly want to quit.Not everyone is timid who waits,
Not all are scared who test the water or linger just inside the mouth of the cave.It’s wise to recognize “these people don’t deserve my authenticity”.
It’s prudent to spend your change wisely, to weigh the necessity of being a sacrificed lamb.When the time is right, you will know
Deep down if the only obstacle is fear or pride.Protecting yourself is valiant; a calculated escape, equally bold.
In the meantime don’t lose heart, stay the course; strategizing, planning and waiting, choosing moves carefully.Some warriors battle the front lines, publicly heroes.
Others fight in secret, never celebrated, undercover agents.Spies hide, and guard their secret identities.
Soldiers carry weapons, wear their armor. Neither are cowards.To those still in disguise, I see you.
To those playing the long game for the best chance of success – I’m proud of you.Your time will come, your secret is your sword.
You will know when to use it. -
The Hero’s Journey
Hundreds of voices, none the same
Each one yelling “The truth is plain!”Thousands of beliefs, each one unique
A cacophony so loud I can’t even think“You are welcome here” I’m told “If you obey every decree”
I try my best but it would help if they could at least agreeI play by the rules, give right answers, but soon I find they’re all trick questions
A house of horrors, crazy mirrors, trap doors, learn my lessonsI follow one voice, ten shout all the more
I turn toward another, but fifteen bang down the doorRunning down the hallways, twenty closing in
No matter who I listen to, I never can winFaithful, I follow until the dead end – they said this was the right way
“We must obey God rather than men” they say, quoting verses every SundayWhat they really mean is “choose my ideas over the other guy’s”
Every church, every sect, claiming the other liesOne church teaches God is a strict punisher to fear
Another assures me God is good but you still can’t be queerI’m accosted with “check everything against scripture!”
When I do, my studies reveal a good God wouldn’t tortureNot like that!” They say “you need to submit to authority”
So I take seminary classes and get a pastor’s degreeSome react “you can’t do that – that’s not how God designed a woman’s mind”
Others say “great job! Now stay within these preset lines”Running in circles, dodging bullets, a constant guessing game
Approval of others my cross to bear – slowly going insaneWalking the aisle, already on edge – listening for cues
Shallow breath, try to fit in, eyes narrowing from pewsMy heart is pure, led by God-given conviction
But to survive the system, I must obey man’s benedictionMy ministry flourishes – if you dare, judge me by my fruit
Community, healing, love – still determined to give me the boot?You defend and speak for God? Wish I was so anointed
You condemn my path – interesting – it’s where the Spirit pointedApparently Jesus loves tax collectors and sinners
But I’m hellbound for leading interfaith dinnersPulled in fifty directions – help, I’m breaking apart
Taught to blindly trust people but never my heartHow is there one God but thousands of bosses?
To make it out alive I run and count my lossesIt’s been years now, making my own way, going it alone
Distant wagging fingers, shaking heads, slander and gossip droneBut they should be happy now right?
I’m no longer there to endanger their plightBut wait, I round the corner, a few are waiting in ambush
What do they want with me? I’m not part of their church!“Leave me alone!” “Go away!” I’m not being rude
“Stop chasing me!” Once in church, forever tattooedSprinting with wolves at my heels, I see them behind every bush and tree
I’ve already lost everything, what more do I need to do to be free?Mustering courage, holding my ground, I turn and fight
“I don’t care what you think, it doesn’t make you right”Go ahead, bare your teeth, shame me
I dare you, spread rumors, defame meThe wolves shrink back, their hunting strategy failed
Falling at my feet are the merits they hailedI slip away through the brush, safe this time
Sojourning this exile’s endless mountain climbThere will always be predators along this lonely, overgrown path
They’ll sniff out my blood, try to reach me with their wrathI’m a sought-after prize, they surely won’t forget
But I remember my power – after all, I’m a threatAdmittedly it’s a treacherous way, often travelled wearily
But take heart, the hero’s journey never came easily -
Chasing Snowflakes in Summer
Seasons – each perfect in its place – cycles of growth, slowing, rest and rebirth
But what if eternal summer takes hostage the earth?Summer is lovely until it won’t end, wearily dissolving into a desert
Vacation turns to exile, looking for home, always on alertI barely remember my last winter – I was a child when all was in balance.
Since then only a distant memory; a fleeting moment, a stolen glancePiecing together fragments, I have a picture now
Snow bright, and deep, it weighs down a tree boughBlanketing harsh landscape, softening corners, rounding edges
Drawing artful designs on all the cliffs and ledgesPeace takes over, the hustle bustle lays dormant
Jumping the track, everything stops for a momentMagic overtakes even the most disgruntled old men
Footsteps recorded, journaling where you’ve beenSuddenly everything is different, new, simple, clean
Pause ordinary life, something special is happening!I long for winter returning again– why am I so long deprived of rest?
Hibernate, take a break – from running and striving, every healing questYearning for freedom to just be, to exist, to feel my skin tingle in the cold
But in this forever dry and barren land, I sense my frame growing oldChasing snowflakes in summer – eyes wide open, searching for beauty so delicate
Intricate and fragile, here briefly then forever gone, fading, decadentAround me dull brown, brittle leaves, meager harvest, thick air stifling
Cracked soil, dry creek, withered sprouts, exhausted from survivingMidsummer’s rush, go, grow, travel, work, climb; using every last minute of daylight
I’m tired. I’ve climbed mountains, traversed long roads, can I turn down the next fight?Bouncing from one drought to the next, never catching a break
A hundred mirages later, wondering if I’ll even recognize a lakeBegging the weatherman, please I need snow
Painting a canvas, sparkling clean, iridescent glowA glimpse of relief; frosty morning, sharp inhale, the relief I crave
Not for long though, frozen fractals helpless against another heat waveA single snowflake lands on my nose, tinge of cold and then melted wet
Frigid water running down my face, savor the momentHonor that solitary soldier that braved the atmosphere to meet my face
Bronze it’s memory, hold sacred this spacePioneering snow star, sailing through the skies
Meditate, connect to where it’s origin liesInner peace now, snow starts to fall
The running inside my head slows to a crawlPerhaps, perhaps… No that couldn’t be!
Maybe all this time it’s source was inside of me! -
Sunrise and Sunset
God may have made day and night,
but God also made sunrise and sunset
color splashed in amber light
painted skies so we won’t forget
There are more than two ways of being
God may have made day and night,
but God also made sunset and sunrise
bluebird skies, dawn growing bright
pastel rainbows dazzling before with our eyes
There are more than two ways of being
God may have made night and day
but some nights are starry, crystal clear
and some nights are moonless, foggy gray
dewy or frosty, changing with the year
There are more than two ways of being
God may have made night and day
but some days simmer, air thick and still
others frigid, lung-biting, a frozen display
some days are blustery, others tranquil
There are more than two ways of beingGod may have made woman and man
but why can’t people be more unique
than we experience night and day can
what we like, who we love, how we thinkThere are more than two ways of being