Dionysus

Dionysus flows through my veins
Though forgotten by our modern age
The god of wine.
A marker in my family history that is forbidden to be discussed
The irony that he flows through me
The god of fertility
For I am a boy though fertile with egg and not sperm
The god of theatre
The language of my soul
Speaks to me in ways I cannot explain
Unable to translate the feeling
He is of madness which caused him to wander
I wander, I wonder, to try to escape my demons, the ones that fuel my own madness
They say Dionysus's gender did not fit his body
His behavior not matching of his genitals
I too know how that is
And through all the faults that we share
The matching pain and mistakes
The triumphs and freedoms
I find strength when Dionysus flows through me

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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