Shadows and Rain (a poem)
Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.
TW: Death
Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.
TW: Death
I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.
I am not like them.
Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.
Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.
filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring
We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
My mom used to write letters at the end of each year, to keep friends and family up to date on the happenings in our family.
I hadn’t written any poetry in a while. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote a little update letter of my own.
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
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