Imagine the Blessed Day | Lesbophobia Childhood Trauma

“I’m not getting married”

…to a man was unsaid.

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Not imaginable, the day

Nor the flowers, or bouquet

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What a day it could be!

Those purest gathered around us,

Sharing the moment two souls join in God.

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“What will he look like?”

Why can’t I see him?

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“What will he say to you?”

Why can’t I hear him?

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“What will his personality be?”

Why can’t I imagine him?

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“Imagine the blessed day,

your wedding day,

an eternal husband awaits.”

Why can’t I breathe?