• Poetry

    Journey To Acceptance

    I look away, but the expression on your face

    Is imprinted in my mind.

    Eyebrows pulled together,

    A stare that would set fire to the toughest of feathers

    I’m being critically analyzed.

     

    Shrinking away,

    I retreat into the depths of my brain

    To a place where I haven’t been in awhile…

     

    I feel your voice try to lure me back,

    But your soft tone only forces me forward,

    Onto the train tracks.

    I walk along them, refusing to look behind

    It’s quieter here in my mind

     

    No strange looks and no judgement

    I follow the tracks to the summit

    Peering down from the top,

    The water crashes on the rocks

    My heart is eager and my stomach drops

     

    I plunge in

    My body hits the water,

    Burning as if it had fallen onto cement

    The air in my lungs whooshes out

    I gasp desperately, completely spent

    Sinking lower and lower,

    The water gets colder

    And my body feels compressed into itself

     

    I open my eyes,

    Wanting to see one last thing before I die

    And to my surprise

    Mermaids thrive at the bottom

    Swimming quickly, as if in full throttle

    Many harmonize together,

    Carefully braiding each others’ hair

    Staring at me as I sink deeper into the depths of me

     

    I blink at them, unsure of what to think

    Then I remember that I’m drowning,

    Without air, I cannot think

    Cannot be.

    Why was I trying to escape me?

     

    I kick my feet and pull myself through the water

    The mermaids continue to swim and sing at the bottom

    Just as I think my lungs are going to give up

    I break the surface and see the sun

     

    Dragging my body across the sand

    I refuse to take a break, determined to get back to the real land

    I stand, staggering toward the horizon

    Along the way, I pass bison

    Feasting on grass

    I hop onto one, and with a slap

    It hurtles forward, toward the train tracks

     

    It then dumps me off, because it’s eager to get back to its pack

    I sigh, glad that I made it back alive

    Wading through the crevices of my mind

    I reemerge on the other side…

     

    Your hazel eyes are continuing to pry

    Searching for answers,

    Judging me for not telling an honest lie.

     

    I confront your stare,

    Aware of what awful things you’re thinking of me, but I no longer care

    I am who I am,

    That I can guarantee…

    But who are you to judge me?

     

    © Copyrights 2013/14 VicRomero

     

  • Poetry

    Small Spaces

    Hanging around in the dark,
    It’s small and crowded
    And I’m surrounded

    The tiny room bursts with clothes,
    Which press up against my mouth
    Preventing me from shouting out

    I want to scream the truth!
    But I’m so scared…

    All I want is to be myself!
    Living in this closet is a burden I can no longer bear.

    © 2013 VicRomero

    <<I wrote this…a little less than a year ago…kinda brushed my conflicting thoughts off with this poem>>

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