Resurrection

Surgery was a Resurrection.
A chance to walk in the sun,
after decades in darkness,
and to find that the mirror
was no longer my enemy.

 

The closet is a coffin.
A place where the soul screams
and the heart claws at the lid,
begging for the acceptance
that you take for granted.

 

There are millions of us.
We have told you the cost
of those decades in shadow,
and of the joy in — finally — 
becoming our true selves.

 

But if you will not hear our truth,
then hear this:

 

I will not hide in the shadow
or climb back into that coffin.
I will put my soul out for all to see,
and my heart will walk in the sun
for whatever time you leave me.