~q W/O A~ Poem by Soulful One

~q W/O A~



questions without answers
answers hidden away
for the time when
I would be ready
which was not then,
may not be now
elusive answers
to questions that
often robbed me of sleep
sending me on a quest,
a journey
deep into my soul
searching for answers
to questions
I could not yet live
what do I believe to be true
about who I was created to be
who I was destined to love
sifting thru faiths
and beliefs
and traditions
handed down thru out time
from generation to generation
being told
I’m an abomination
piercing my soul
as though
stabbing my flesh
denying my right
to be the child God
created me to be
throwing in my face
concerns for my welfare
with hate hiding behind
every word and prayer
wrapped in judgment
filled with condemnation
they said
God did not create me
this way
and for a time
I wandered the maze of despair
seeking answers to questions
I was not yet
ready to live
answers that were not yet
ready to be found
ready to be true
forcing me to
live with questions
haunted by fears and
burdened with insecurities
allowing me to contemplate
whether mere imperfect mortals
could know, if at all
the mind and intent
of the Divine
when She laid out destiny
sprinkled among the stars
and moons and suns
before time existed
and all that is, was not
She spoke and
love poured forth
from Her mouth
dripped down Her chin
spilling into creation
agape
philia and
eros
mixing them with
earth and water
molding them into
blood and flesh
She who created me
knew me
in the womb of life
communed with my spirit
before it became flesh
and designed
within the minute microcosms
of my DNA
the desire to love
wo-man
setting the rhythm
and choreographing the
sacred dance of passion
to the beat of my blood
going against the flow
of typical convention
creating the tidal wave
of distinction
that some, me,
would be born,
destined
to love the mirror images
of flesh of my flesh
bone of my bone
sex of my sex
and despite
what self-proclaimed prophets
might speak
and claim to be true
I was born and created
the way I was
meant to be

12.03.08

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