I had a blast. Im....Im...Im freefalling into this emotion called joy. No matter what I step forward and I look up, I see the sky is falling, prone to find a resolution for the crimson tide that flows from my eyes. Mad at myself for the state of denial I had forced myself to believe that I could change who I was through prayer and repenting. They told me it was a seed rooted deep down in me. No matter how hard I pulled this root or tried to portray this image of a man, I could not... I beat myself up for it, never to tell a soul because I would be looked at a different way. But no the eruption of me was far too grate and it erupted. Shocked by many, rejected by most I had to find peace within myself for other to accept what I had been hiding and holding for so long. I continued to be me regardless of the words spoke against me to destroy me. I stayed strong and people began to not only accept me but they respected me. The 2 things I fought so hard for where mines at last. So I touch my face and I feel that these where tears of joy, because I had finally accepted who I was and thus allowed me to pull power from.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 15:31:00 +0000
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