
I was born translucent
but the world opaqued me.
A shadow rock,
steady.
Ready
to resist.
Impermeable
to storm or mist.
My soul surviving blind,
still kind, but
dark became.
I want to see, it cried.
Boulder these walls!
Bold, bring the light
and give me sight
and set us free!
I punch a tiny hole
and what comes in
turns me within,
to shame,
to pain,
and makes me cry
like ne’er before.
But glory be,
I feel relief!
My soul contents
as I tear down the shell
that made me safe,
turned me somber.
Translucent again,
a million colors refract.
I react,
dancing all the songs
that bounce around me
in this play of light.
My soul was right.
No longer safe,
I paint a world
that I myself create.
About the Creator
Raquel Mendes
I am a visual artist and poet from Brazil, living in Canada. Bisexual, polyamorous, mother of two girls.



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