I don't want to bloom.
I'd rather be embraced as I am.
Why must I edit a perfectly good fit?
I don't want to live like heaven,
less do I embody hell.
I want you to meet me right where I am,
then I might consider taking your hand.
I don't want to change my ways.
I'd rather understand why I am
how I pretend that I am right now,
and how it's reflected in the stars.
I want to know myself.
I have come so far and
lost too much to give up heart.
I'd rather aim high, for I will not miss.
God made me a star.
About the Creator
Dru Roach
I am a woman living in Indianapolis, IN undergoing gender transition. Poetry has ben a hobby and passion for me since my teenage years. My work revolves around love, wisdom, and myth as they play in our world. $embrujida to donate.
Within poetry
Reducing my working hours seemed to be a saddening yet efficient choice to be myself again. Finding someone, as if something was amiss. Here I am, and thankfully not the same person as I was, but the grey moodiness withstands any medication and therapeutic walk one may take, suddenly obscuring sleep, allowing you to eat more or to eat less, and making me prone to poetry. Not really to any benefit, to tell the truth.
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