Sometimes I wish I could let my family see the intrusive thoughts that make up the real me.
Then and only then could I drop my guard, and authentically be me.
I’ve been running from these so called loved ones my whole life.
They stand on unconditional love, but wipe their feet with it.
It’s brought nothing but pain, disappointment, and regret.
I’ve been fighting against them since I was a child.
It’s greater than sexuality, race or gender.
It’s squalls beyond higher thinking and the true nature of the soul.
People often refer to the term soul-searching without truly understanding its significance.
I pray for future generations and all that come after, that we, as a society will finally accept people for who they are.
Not what they look like, what they believe, or how they act.
Acceptance, not fear.
Acknowledgment, not vitriol.
No meddling.
No judgement.
Just peace and understanding.
