I'm writing this while inside an abandoned water mill, watching strangers pass by through the cracks in the stone. The remains of my tears feel almost as deep as those cracks and crevices, and the heaviness in my heart is double the weight of those stones.
Today was the day I came out to my family.
Today was the day they told me I couldn't do anything but be who they wanted to be until I turned 18.
Today was the day I stopped hoping that people would see me as a real boy.
Today was the day I climbed into a deep and dirty stone building, armed only with a pencil and my journal. And today is the day I am no longer crying - just writing, and watching the plants grow - about what was and what could've been.
Tomorrow will be the day I pick up my stuff and look into my mirror, the glossiness that once painted my eyes faded and dead. Tomorrow will be the day I vow to do everything in my power to stop hiding in the stone and to start living as myself.
But for today I am just a little boy behind a big wall of stone with dried up tears on both of my cheeks.
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Acidic Waters
PoetryAll this is is a collection of poetry and prose I have written throughtout my life as your everyday human being. Some are completed and edited, whilst others will remain raw permentally. Feel free to leave any feedback you have and I hope you enjoy...
