Imagine the Blessed Day | Lesbophobia Childhood Trauma

“I’m not getting married”

…to a man was unsaid.


Not imaginable, the day

Nor the flowers, or bouquet


What a day it could be!

Those purest gathered around us,

Sharing the moment two souls join in God.


“What will he look like?”

Why can’t I see him?


“What will he say to you?”

Why can’t I hear him?


“What will his personality be?”

Why can’t I imagine him?


“Imagine the blessed day,

your wedding day,

an eternal husband awaits.”

Why can’t I breathe?

All Sapphics Are Poets

Looks of longing

Never touching

Always feeling

Fear superseding

Pain connect us

Past generations hear us

Sappho

E. Dickenson

A. Lorde

Their words repeat back to us

Ringing true in our ears

How long must it last,

An artform taken from despair?

One day all Sapphics won’t be poets,

But all poetry is Sapphic