Finding Her (a poem of self acceptance)
TRIGGER WARNING
TW: Self Harm
Finding Her A poem of self-acceptance
Lost amidst the waves of life, They thought They’d settled all. Decades past, They thought They saw; but those words were yet to call.
“Quiet now, it isn’t safe.” They calmly said to Her. Sheltered in, She stayed. Seething deep with anger.
Her fury streamed and cut Them deep. Pressure did stem the flow. That soaking gauze that hid Their truth, for only Them to know.
They told themselves that life was hard—it soon would just improve. Deeper still They sank into: despair, dark, and gloom.
However long, the catalyst—is still not clear to see. How She could find the crack within, to find the bravery.
Unknown to Them, these signs were clear for those who wished to see. Quietly, there lived a “She”, longing to be free.
Their mask pulled down, that great reveal, made Them flee from the fight. A pinhole light, “a thread for thee” to grasp and try Her might.
Awash in light, She blinks and stares upon the world anew. Four ten and one, years brought a life that is for Her, undue.
For now Their play of life, recast, might still go on the stage. Her truth not known by players matched, has forced Her in a cage.
A chance to fly, “be free!” She screams. “What passed is in the past!”. “However long your journey takes!” She WILL be free at last.
