Slow Growth

A poetic letter, of sorts.

Hello Darkness;

 

Wish we weren't meeting

Any time soon

But some wishes are

Lost upon the ether

Which we breathe.

 

Drifting aimlessly

To who knows where

Collecting bonus air miles

Like a frequent flier.

 

I know

It's getting close to

That time of the year.

 

When

The memories emerge

In their own bitter sweetness

Marking personal anniversaries

And milestones achieved

At a cost.

 

Of the sacrifices

Other have made

Which we have forgotten

Over the years

Until recently.

 

And yet

Find myself

Struggling with this idea

I should be

Doing more.

 

Oh

I know

You're waiting

For any opening

To spring forth

And ensnare me.

 

In your web of lies

And half truths

Concerning things

Beyond my control of.

 

But

There's something

I've taken control.

 

Having spent 28 years

Denying myself

Of my true gender

As a woman.

 

That my dad's death

Had awaken

A long dormant seed

Hidden away

For self-protection.

 

Like the seed

It has sent forth roots

Into the rich soil

Seeking the nourishment

Needed for life.

 

Each day

I'm alive

Is a victory

Over your tainted touch.

Author's Note

Originally written, September 22, 2014.