Toronto

You always knew it was wrong, but you held your tongue.

You always wondered why, but refused to accept their answers.

You always heard “You can’t.”, but you did.

You like what you see in the mirror, but fear what lies underneath.

You possess goodness, but fear no one else will see.

And when you get too close, you pull back; afraid you are wrong, without reason, unable, ugly, and bad.

But, when you write…everything that is you comes through. An earthy beauty flows from the tips of your fingers, and you smile, knowing you have hit your mark.

A new day dawns, heralding a number that you secret in your shirt pocket, making it your reality.

You stop trying to be right.

You stop asking questions.

You stop looking in the mirror.

You stop.

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