Liquid Ground

Sunlight glinting through slats obscuring skies,

clarity of my identity now less concrete than when seen through others' eyes.

Dwelling alone, wrapped in threads of fragmented perceptions

my mind struggles to make sense of all these conflicting reflections.

Who am I truly, at the core, with no one else around?

If I could just hold space for myself, perhaps I'd find something profound.

The heart within me is tugged in far too many directions

struggling to make sense of infinite possible selections.

My identity shifts quietly, quicksand calm in the eye of a hurricane

until she chooses to be loud, bestows me with a voice loving, and insane.

Connections with comrades make it feel crystal clear;

Visions of who I am, what I love, and why I'm here.

They reflect to me a familiar song, a scent from childhood,

breathing in deep and long, savouring infinite good.

Upon departure my heart stills, and mind feels a fracture

societies conditioning, tendrils around my mind like non-consented rapture.

Behold! I'm gay! I love myself, okay?

Though cautious to stand bold - just in case I get in the way.