I come to you with words that leap from my heart, as if there was no other time of vulnerability that I could express such raw emotion. As if that vulnerability could manifest into something that I could cling to from the reaching waves that seek to drown what I am left...I am here to say I was wrong. I was wrong to think that it was wrong for people to publicize their own pain, their own coming outs, or anything of that sort...I see now how it affects me.... How I feel the need to have your words heard, your emotions felt, to know that someone other than your lurking shadow could have an opinion; I know now that loneliness is not an act of sorrow, but a state of affliction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem