A Search for Acceptance

I was not accepted for being bisexual, but as time went by I began just counting on enjoying who I am and not caring what my parent's thought. It is a part of me and I only care if I accept it.

I coward to that spot

Down by the lake.

I feel summer is evanescent

Cracking through this rip of time.

 

Ignoring the horripilation

I dream on about the time before.

When everything seemed in noble spirits.

And I was no curse.

A gift,

Not just a possession.

 

I feel droplets dispatching down

My carmine cheeks.

Bittersweet.

And many cavities along my neck

That used to be such a wonder to discover

Now still surviving  on words left unspoken

With only time on my arms to tell the story

My mind darkens the land I’ve obsessed personifying on my body.

Oneself acceptance perhaps.

 

I hold what I found was left.

A simple call.

And what am I expected to say?

My farewells?

There couldn’t be anything left of myself.

Without an indulgence of credence.

Being young, what should I see in the precision of this life?

I stare off into a beauty.

But wonder if it’s all just a collage.  

Like my life had been before uncovering this truth.

 

Reassurance was all I needed.

Seasons changed.

Lies unraveled.

But only this I continue to seek.

So for the answers I spent seeking.

 

I stare now at the lake

It frozen with ice.

And I beam.

I’m alive.

And never gave up on one’s self.

I feel that chill so satin like against my old devil’s spine.

Somewhat like a reassurance 

Reviews

[Mr.Boffin]

wonderful piece with a good message...great job! :)