Repeating Rainbow Pattern

How many times

have I projected

those words?

How many times

has the reality of me been

erased from history?

Where does the truth go,

when bonds

by it are broken?

How many loves

have been forged,

consummated

wordlessly left to

die without oxygen?

Life needs love

the fires of reality

to be stoked

uncontrollably blazing

like a star in the

expanding galaxy

Maybe I’m not the epitome

of humanity, grace, and

perfect humility

I’ve gone the extra mile

performed my life

without intentional

malice or guile

Telling my story boldly

to God and all his

precious children

on every blessed occasion

bestowed upon me

Listening with a

keen eye to

detail and a plot hook

So I might draw

their sagging rainbow

to safety,

full to bursting

and ready to give way

I joined the joyous

final day, my words

sticking in the air

like fine china clay

I shape them, paint them

fire them all in a batch

A gleaming sculpted

replica of me

with a repeating word

“undefinable”

wrapping neatly

in the perfect

nOn-BiNaRy font

An Icon

the physical

representation

of the enigma I

never got the chance

to become

K.B. Silver

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Living with dissociative amnesia is very disconcerting. When I "came out" to my mother a few years ago, I got the distinct feeling I had already done so or, at the very least, she had concrete prior knowledge of the fact. No memory was knocked loose then, but since the dam broke, I have gotten a few hazy memories of being "more than friends" with one of my childhood best friends. It isn't much, but I try to live in those precious moments.