June 23, 2006

• Secrets

  Lament the restless heart who “wants” to be
  For he will not become nor find his freedom
  Worlds won’t know the soul he holds for ransom
  Loosed, but by society’s decree
  To know him, first, must all parents agree
  That he, that she, will be whatever come
  Acceptance doesn’t end with just the one
  Instead will pivot on what others see
  Desperate he may move to try a stent
  Counter the block, to live, though growing old
  To live, though who we are, be absent still
  We are alone, who all are different
  Within, we keep our secrets never told
  And no one ever knows, nor ever will

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