feeling – Mindfully Messy

Her.

Her mind never quiets,

Her mouth hardly moves.

Her hiding place is too worn,

With nothing left for cover.

Nearing the final level,

A coinless Sonic is hit,

No lives left to revive him. . .

Game Over.

Start Over?

Yes / No

As my teacher explained God’s plan,

I remember these specific thoughts:

“That’s not me, I’m not in Heaven,

Why aren’t two married girls there?”

Prior to the moment I was told homosexuality was wrong,

I had to have known I was exclusively attracted to girls,

Otherwise it would not have been severely traumatic.

So I must have known prior to it,

Even right before that moment,

But what was the actual feeling?

You can’t hear my words,

You can’t sing along to the tune,

You can’t listen for comfort in isolation.

You can’t watch my words,

You can’t view the imagery,

You can’t see descriptions as distraction.