There are those times
When distant memories
Lay just beyond my reach,
Unremembered by choice.
My head turns to anything
Except the shadowed reality,
Of necessity kept just out of sight,
Then, as now, in the darkened place
That veiled my heart,
Concealing the dawn of a distant day.
Out of fear, others encircled me,
And by fear, I deferred,
Avoiding the revelation
Of who I might have been.
Today I see only dusky silhouette
Of the girl I really was,
Before illumination came
And blinded me from truth.