Full and moving, jumbling thoughts only ever heard by me
Must blurt, spill on page, give voice!
Breathless hope in the tones of others gayer than me push for release…
I think I can, I know I can…
Imagine…the words…laid out, daubed, splashed…for others. Recognition completely.
Iron brain ponders this then forbids;
Chosen over humiliation.
Not for me the complicity of ‘me too’…
I’m too proud.
I wasn’t made this way.
But to tell you even this is the sowing of something…