31 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 31 - A Rainbow Star

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

They taught me I was broken, flawed,

And so I lived my life a fraud.

I hid the truth so deep inside,

Even from myself I’d hide.

You came and broke my chains, got rid of the facade.

I dreamed of being strange and weird,

And yet I constantly appeared

So ordinary, normal, drab.

My friends were cool and different, fab;

Devoid of colour, I was grey and dull and drear.

The door began to swing ajar,

And deep inside a rainbow star

Expelled the shadows, dim and grey,

Welcomed in the light so gay,

Revealed the colours in my soul so bright and clear.


30 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 30 - I Am Me

I am holy

I am weird

I am mighty

I am queer

I am your sister, your lover, your friend

I am strong enough to bend

I am quiet

I am fierce

I am contrary and diverse

I am pious

I am free

I am no one else

I am me


29 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 29 - As An Alien

I wander as an alien

I study and I mimic you

Pretending to be human too

I drop the mask now and again

Although I fear you’ll think me queer

I want to live outside my den

To see the sun and sky so blue

I wander as an alien


28 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 28 - Which Path to Take?

Now I must choose which path I want to take:

Can I be fake and part of me refuse?

Will I embrace the whole of who I am?

They’ll say I’m damned no matter what the case.

For me to be myself I must be true

To all of who I am: I must be free.

But do they need to know the inner part

Inside my heart, the corners where I bleed?

I’ve dithered here at crossroads for so long:

What’s right or wrong? I can’t control my fear;

I can’t decide what I should or say.

Is there a way they won’t be horrified?

If only I could see the future now,

I would know how to end this quandary.


27 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 27 - All is Magic

The rain that falls upon the thirsty ground;

The wind that dances with the grass and trees;

The sun and moon and stars that twinkle ‘round;

The reverence that brings me to my knees;

The ferns of frost painted upon the leaves;

The peace and stillness in the dead of night;

The words upon the page that set me free;

The power that was birthed in me to write;

That I am me ne’er ceases to astound;

It all is magic, mighty and profound.


26 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 26 - Weird

I have always revelled in the weird,

The uncanny never feared,

Peculiar and queer

I revere:


On the surface, my life has appeared

Normal, but beneath it’s clear

I am strange and weird.

I’m sincere:


My Creator has not disappeared;

Fingerprints are very clear,

In likeness so near;

He is weird:


25 October 2020

OctPoWriMo 25 - The Chaos Reigns

Who are you to tell me what to feel?

I will not kneel no matter what you do.

You won’t subdue me for my spine is steel:

I must be real and stand for what is true,

For I cannot be anyone but me,

And you can’t see the secrets in my thoughts.

No matter what my heart is always free;

I have the key to open and to shut.

I broke the chains that kept my discord tied,

And now inside my heart the chaos reigns,

And in my veins the disarray presides:

The mess provides a greater part of gains.