my face in the mirror
for the hundredth time?
Follow the rules to stay safe
make yourself small
say only nice things
throw away your dreams
decide love must not exist
Sorry, God, you are then-- a maybe
I closed my eyes
would hurt others
ruin their innocence
burst their bubble
leave a scar
I covered my mouth
sharing past abuses
could hurt the abusers
ruin their good intentions
crush their self regard
leave a wound
I treaded guilt
telling the truth
could hurt God
ruin his good reputation
dash his plans
leave a tear
One day I had to chose
to carry that heavy load
of unsaid words until I
drowned in them -- or
ink them into a tattoo
and limp back to shore.
You know what I decided
because here is my ink--
Let no one tell you who you are,
and what your destiny is not to be.
is love- and so he exists.
Open your mouth and tell the world
who and what you have escaped. Taste what
is good. Tell your story-- the ink
running down your arm, and carved
on the back on each of your fingers. That
is what will guide your heart, and
your hands. Your imprint. Your
testimony is what tested you-- not
what bested you. The question is not
who you are, but what have you overcome?
Open your eyes and cry out your sorrows
until that salt runs to the sea--for we are all
brothers and sisters. Our sails are the truth
and in on them we will come. No it was never
true. The truth does not ruin our innocence,
it builds a wall of protection. We will be
your stones, your towers, your flags flying.
Open your eyes. You were never
alone. God sent the wind
that carried us here.