I carry it in between my thighs, my steps,
a shadow still moving forward.
Peter Panned flitting through clouds seeking a land never yet seen.
And like it, it holds true.
In the stutter of movements, and the grace of existence.
I am still here.
Queer and standing.
Compassionate from lack of.
Phoenix emerged from flames that licked at soft skin.
My insides stripped raw, but head held high; ready.
This poem was a response to the first 4Words prompt over on our Instagram.
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About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (3)
I signed up 😊 I’ve never been to a writer’s retreat before virtual or otherwise.
Beautiful and definitely relatable.
Nicely done, Oneg! Loved the 'Peter Panned' line. And thanks for sharing the links. Free registration is always a good thing.