“How can I reconcile this passion
with our modesty
your calvinist heritage
my girlhood frozen into forms
how can I go on this mission
without you
you, who might have told me
everything you feel is true?”
― Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language
And how can I possibly come to consensus with myself
that it was indeed all a lie?
A spark ignited out of nowhere,
a flame destined to die.
A voice that is all too foreign,
a vision clouded by misty eyes.
A scent too faint to detect,
a cry too muffled by the invisible line.
There’s nothing to reconcile
Nothing left to hide
There’s nothing to be afraid of
Not when it’s already killed you inside.
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