Self-Titled Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

Self-Titled



When I was younger I realised,
That I was not like other children,
In many more ways than only one,
I noticed the way that I see the world
Was different, I would come to know why
At age 14, when the fog cleared my vision.

I used to check myself for anything wrong,
I would explore every crevice and crack,
Searching and searching and searching,
For a telltale sign, anything would do,
I needed to know why, why I was like this,
What would make me the same as everyone else?

Then I came to know my body perfectly,
I was the same as everyone else and
Only as I came to know myself from the inside,
And not the outer layer of my pale skin,
Did I hold my hand over my racing heart,
And notice it beat to a different rhythm.

At age 14 I noticed and knew. I knew,
What it was and who I liked and why I did,
Every answer was always there inside of
My swollen heart, carefully protected,
From those who would use my difference
Against me, who would beat it, bleeding.

Soon I would come to be comfortable,
With the rhythm of my strange heart,
And allow those close to me and my mind,
To hold their own hands over my chest,
And know that I was not exactly the same,
No one tore at my heart for it's irregularities.

Now I sit writing this silly poem,
With my steady hand over my frantic heart again,
I have grown used to the sound of it,
And come to embrace the thump of it,
I am not afraid to show others what I am,
I wear my heart on my sleeve for all.

Sunday, April 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,coming of age,gay,heart,love,personal,sexuality
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