Ship In Port
June 26, 2013
A date that changed everyone's lives but mine
Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance
My ship is stuck in port.
My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
The ropes cling by a thread to the post of normality
Waves crash and thrash my bow
Gently holding my defeated body
Brilliant pink and orange horizons call my name
Reassuring me that im okay
While opposite hallowed sidewalks leave me with goose bumps and tears
Scrapes and bruises they have caused remind me why I am hiding
I dream of running on water and swimming amongst rainbow colored coral
Anything to be away from here
Here stuck trying to blind myself with the ignorance indulged in by those who hate the ocean
Here drowning in the self hate and confusion that is storming inside of me
Here pretending to be someone im not
Too afraid to come out.
Maybe one day I will cut the strings that hold up my marionette
I will stand up with pride and walk into the open arms of my community
I will be me.
Love is love
All my ship wants to do is sail.
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Your poem reminds me of a dark place I once was in. I really love how you connected to this ship stuck in port to your life. I hope that your ship can set sail one day. This is a beautiful poem.