On The Wings Of A Prayer

Amazing the power that two words can have, in our lives.

Hope

Simple but complex

Four letter word

Comprised of two vowels

And two consonants.

Along with it's partner

Faith

So vital

To one's existence.

And yet

For some

These two words

Mark an internal

And external struggle

For acceptance.

As they seek answers

To an internal debate

Which forever

Changes their lives.

Especially

When opening up

To family members

And close friends.

Longing

To be greeted

In the warm embrace

Of love and compassion.

During

This most difficult time

Of exposing

One's inner self.

Instead of hatred

And violence.

Which is

The norm for too many

Within the GLBT community.

Sigh.

Author's Note

As my wont to do, during the morning's early hours, sitting in bed, let my mind wander, wherever it wants to go. My mind got fixated upon the words, hope and faith, driving out all other poetic thoughts, by my mind's backdoor. I felt the need to share, how important they are, when coming out. Especially, when we make a judgmental call, in how we read our experiences with those, close to us. I know, I had lost my faith and hope, after my mom's brutal rejection of me, as her trans-lesbian daughter, while my mood turned into a suicidal depression, in July 2006. Having since, rebuild upon stronger foundations, my faith and hope.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Family can be the worst because "They" think they know what is best for you. But if they truly love you - they owe you the respect to live our your life as you need to do.
Being rejected by your family sucks. I keep that in mind when my boys get under my skin. Bottom line is, I love them and that means - if I want to be in their lives I have to accept certain things I may not have chosen for them. Its just sad that you've had to go through your own mom abandoning you. But this poem is beautiful and seeing hope return that's wonderful.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy. I got off luckier than some transwomen that I know. For they had to endure physical and sexual assaults by family members. Mine was, only verbally, but the tears and are real, though.

[TL Boehm]

Verbal abuse can damage just as much as physical.

[therisa]

I know, for I have the scars that will never heal.