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A Storm To Make Hurricanes Jealous
The unfairness of it all!
To love something with my whole being and to be told that I can’t.
That I can’t because someone else,
Someone less talented,
With less passion,
Is older.
That the only thing stopping me
Is
A small number next to my name
A number that no one else knows
That
Doesn’t
Even
Matter
It didn’t matter until now
When it crushes my soul
With the weight of the
Hopes and Dreams
That have been
Stopped in their tracks
These hopes and dreams
They were not marching onward,
But skipping,
Jumping
And dancing
Catching the light,
Glittering and
Spinning
As they live
They are not just alive
But they live
Mid leap,
When I felt the highest,
I was suddenly stopped,
Grabbed round the throat
And thrown to the ground
While I try to gather the splintered remains of the dance
The joy,
The leap,
The hope,
Someone says leave it.
Leave it,
You can’t have those.
You can’t have the joy.
You don’t need the leap,
Or the dance.
And why would you want the hope?
You are to young.
You are too young, so I will take these pieces of your life
And I will leave them in a dusty corner.
They will be forgotten.
But you cannot do anything about it.
All because of a small,
Insignificant
Number
A small unknown number that now defines you
Limits you
Hides you
And stops you
The unfairness of it all!
I want to lay there,
Crumbled,
Broken on the ground.
But I can’t
I can’t because that is not what they expect
They expect a smile
A happy greeting
A laugh
That is what they expect
And That
Is What I
Must
Do
If I don’t
Then comes the concern
The pity
The uncertainty
What to do with the
Once happy
But now broken person?
And I don’t want that
If they are happy,
I can hide it.
I hide the broken shattered pieces of me,
Hiding them,
So that they are never found,
So they never hurt anyone else
I can pretend,
I can act,
So long as they are happy
So I hide the tears
I hide the fury,
The frustration,
The hurt
Because as they see it,
I am always happy.
I have no problems.
So I act
I become as the great Shakespearean actresses of old
I am happy to the world
But inside,
A storm rages,
The likes of which the world has never seen.
A storm to make hurricanes
Tremble in its wake,
To make monsoons jealous,
To cause a Sahara sand storm to give up
And watch the fearsome majesty
Of near-tangible
Rage and Frustration,
With a dash of heartbreak and a pinch of despair on the side
Snap.
A small sound,
But one of impending doom
In a single moment,
Everything is loose.
I am no longer the happy,
Helpful One of Laughter
I am now the Close to Tears,
Shaking wreck that tries to hide
It only lasts an hour
Before I
Figuratively slap my own face
I am done with this
Done with the storm,
Done with the act,
Done with the unfairness
For the first time,
I
Fight
Back
I don’t hold it in,
I don’t act,
I don’t smile and tell myself that it’s okay.
I
Fight
I unleash the beast
More fearsome than a pride of lions
And I fight
I make someone understand
That this is discrimination
At the very least
I threaten to leave forever,
I tell them that this,
This
Is
Wrong
I take the dusty bits of joy,
Dance, l
Leap,
And most of all,
Hope
I take my hope back and say
“Give me a chance!”
Because that is all it takes
To give someone a chance
It’s all they will ever want
You shouldn't have to fight like I did.
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You shouldn't have to fight like I did. Thanks for the help @outspoken_poet!