*deep breath*
Can't find the words in prose,
so I'll speak in poem
I am
Questioning
many things.
What is good?
What is evil?
Where do I fit?
Am I a great big cosmic shit?
An evil stain, to be condemned?
Goddess, carry me away
from the pain and voices of my past.
Every breath I breathed then
was hell inside a storm.
Every action
was a bleeding wound
forcing me to hurt.
Even breathing
felt like sin.
What comes
naturally to me-
they'd call it perverse.
I am different,
but not wrong.
I see beyond
what they look at
with judgment
in their eyes.
I take joy
in what they
despise.
Love is love,
no matter the form.
Fiction can be enough
to save a life.
It's an escape.
Even if things
don't always turn
out right,
at least
the chapter ends.
Another story
can begin.
And so the characters
are forever.
Can't find the words in prose,
so I'll speak in poem
I am
Questioning
many things.
What is good?
What is evil?
Where do I fit?
Am I a great big cosmic shit?
An evil stain, to be condemned?
Goddess, carry me away
from the pain and voices of my past.
Every breath I breathed then
was hell inside a storm.
Every action
was a bleeding wound
forcing me to hurt.
Even breathing
felt like sin.
What comes
naturally to me-
they'd call it perverse.
I am different,
but not wrong.
I see beyond
what they look at
with judgment
in their eyes.
I take joy
in what they
despise.
Love is love,
no matter the form.
Fiction can be enough
to save a life.
It's an escape.
Even if things
don't always turn
out right,
at least
the chapter ends.
Another story
can begin.
And so the characters
are forever.