Revival
I was fragile
My thoughts didn't know what to do with themselves
Looking for an escape every second of way
I was a stained person, staining others
People like me are "human errors"
Nothing about me was "natural"
but then I felt change coming
my distaste for my own reflection had broken too many mirrors
Change was gaining momentum
so I left
I asked for forgivness from those I hurt while I was hurting,
and left
Off to pursue whatever dream I felt could keep me stable
I didn't care what dream it was
I cared about my reflection
and I knew that with change,
I would actually like looking at it..
as me.
My life is natural
I am a good person
Attaining self-acceptance taught me everything
Everything that happened was so vital
Change helped me breathe,
but not those panic breaths I was used to
I was able to take deep, slow breaths
that I could follow with a smile
I love myself
I am all that I have
I didn't just wake up one day and change
It was gradual
but it was clean
I relaxed into my being
This was my revival
and I will always go back to me
Change is terrific
I am no longer decorating absence
I am filling it
with pieces of me
I am awake
and I am gay