Teenage year best forgotten…
the hand not raised in the classroom hid the rejection at home
soul bowed against the cold rain,
drizzling eyes shimmering in the streetlights.
Where did you go when there was nowhere to go?
When all was lost what was left to hold onto?
Dysphoria trapped within,
the distance to congruence greater than from those accepting
intolerance walked with her into the night
searching for her nowhere home.
wondering what it was to be one with her herself
each step survived demonstrated the inner strength she’d need
to find herself.
©January 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne