When the glory fades

Where do we go when the glory fades?

When the dust settles is there no more space?

There has to be a bigger place to hold us outside of just 30 days.

We are more than just another “holiday”,

More than pronoun pins in breakrooms,

More than glitter and gold,

More than rainbow business signs that only shine bright that month before they fade away a minute to midnight; the celebrations end and everything looses color.

When the lights change back to simple white and we are left buried beneath the next set of holiday colors, when our curtain call is done, do we simply pack our bags and go wait for next years show?

We celebrate ourselves everyday but does the world only see us for 30 days before they put us back in closets like seasonal decorations…

Rainbows come after each rain shower, a signal of beauty after the storm So, where do we go when the glory fades?

When the glory fades, we still remain.

Even when the rainbows go, we still stay; when the festivals end our pride still remains.

Where do we fit in this world before and after those 30 days? We are here and queer; walking past color blind eyes on most days, yet still here we remain.