Coming Out is a Rollercoaster Ride

First, find out you have to get on this roller coaster, 

You see the signs pointing toward the ride

You climb the stairs

You sweat and second guess yourself

Should i really be riding this? You ask

And then you reach the conclusion that coming out
will be apart of your story

You sit down in a seat and buckle in

You know it’s going to be a wild ride

 

At the beginning, you take it slow

Maybe tell a few close people, just to have a support net

There may be little bumps but there hardly noticeable compared to the tallest height

 

You start going up, feels like a 90 degree angle

You prepare to tell those closest to you

Maybe it’s your parent or sibling

Maybe it’s your friend or family member

 

Preparing is difficult

You get all sweaty, shaky and nervous

You’re not sure what the rest of the ride will be like after this

This could change everything, no

This WILL change everything

You decide how, when, and where you’re going to do this

You move up and down that slope a bit

You second guess yourself

Is it safe? Is it real? Will these people understand?

Ultimately, you are still moving up towards the climax

 

You reach the top and tell this person

All Time stops

It is scary for you 

You look down at everything you went through to get here

The person you are talking to may not be able to see below

For them, they were placed at the top with you

It’s not a journey It’s an event

 

You are unable to see what’s ahead

There are a million miles 

you prepare yourself for whatever that looks like

 

 

After this event, you think it’s over

But it’s just accelerating the rest of the ride

You fly down the coaster

Whether you're smiling from ear to ear or crying

Eventually, hopefully, the ride slows down

You catch your breath

Breath, in 1,2,3 

Out 1,2,3

 

This roller coaster may never end

It keeps going up and down every time you come out

Sometimes it’s a tiny bump 

Sometimes it 200 feet high

 

When you have gone past a bump, someone may join you

The more you come out, 

the more people are able to sit with you on the ride

The more people will be able to hold your hand when you are scared

 

Every time, look back and see how far you’ve come

The progress you make will look different compared to others

Everyone has their own roller coaster rides to live through

You are not alone

Riding this ride only makes you braver, stronger, and undefeatable

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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