out the door
Sitting alone.
In a house, at a party. In a cage, out of breath.
The walls are steel, the windows; barred.
laughing, mocking, having fun. My sisters here belong.
My skin is crawling, my bones are itching.
This is all there is, but everything is wrong.
a creaking, A SLAMMING, as someone breaks open the unknown door.
She is a girl, a woman, a sister.
But coming from the house next door.
The bars are gone, the steel becomes paper.
My cage becomes a house of cards.
She shows me light, I take a breath.
My world becomes more than it ever was.
Outside are houses, sheds, cabins, tents.
Dozens of homes welcome me in, I'm free to come and go.
I'm crying, singing, and having fun.
I am no longer alone.
(it's was a day like any other when my sister brought everyone to the living room. she held up her flag and said "… im trans". right then i realized i didn't have to be the person everyone told me to be. a couple years later, i found the world, i found my people and im still finding myself)