A poem on coming out:
When I came out to them,
I received silence
Which then crawled into my ears
And burrowed a hole in my heart
And there it lived.
Until it hatched its eggs.
Silence’s children crawled up from my heart,
And they climbed up to my brain.
There in my brain
Silence’s children were anything but silent
They screamed and hollered.
They sent dread through my spine
They caused goosebumps to inhabit my skin.
Silence’s children are loud
Inspired by his children,
He emerges from his hole in my heart
And silence screams.
He is louder than a car screeching to a halt right before hitting a tree.
Silence is louder than a colic child suffering from gastric reflux.
Silence is louder than a classroom of kindergarteners who have had too much sugar.
He is louder than his children.
He makes my heart fight to beat
Silence tries to kill me.
But I won’t let him.