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.