For some
secrets grow,
green and reeking,
off skin–
an unwanted appendage,
which they file,
bit by bloody bit,
with sandpaper stained jellied crimson.
Or
with a cleaver
hew away abomination of self-loathing,
baptizing themselves with resurrected truth
of their birth:
intrinsic worth.
For others
secrets grow
cancerous,
sick, malformed, inoperable–
still, they beg
friends, family, physicians–
“Know me”
to which they receive:
“Be well”
as they lay dying.
A few try and disintegrate
Or
with a scalpel
remove falsehood,
untrained hands wreaking havoc
on delicate flesh,
while those with the power to help
shake heads because
they never knew.
***
The US National Coming Out Day passed earlier this week (why ever do we need a national day, I don't know), BUT it did give me the inspiration to write this. Posting now because it's been a busy week and waited until I had a keyboard.
secrets grow,
green and reeking,
off skin–
an unwanted appendage,
which they file,
bit by bloody bit,
with sandpaper stained jellied crimson.
Or
with a cleaver
hew away abomination of self-loathing,
baptizing themselves with resurrected truth
of their birth:
intrinsic worth.
For others
secrets grow
cancerous,
sick, malformed, inoperable–
still, they beg
friends, family, physicians–
“Know me”
to which they receive:
“Be well”
as they lay dying.
A few try and disintegrate
Or
with a scalpel
remove falsehood,
untrained hands wreaking havoc
on delicate flesh,
while those with the power to help
shake heads because
they never knew.
***
The US National Coming Out Day passed earlier this week (why ever do we need a national day, I don't know), BUT it did give me the inspiration to write this. Posting now because it's been a busy week and waited until I had a keyboard.
