from my bones

Sunlight burns words into fabric.

Light burns truths into a soul.

Slow process takes slow time.

And it has been a slow process of accepting myself, as a queer soul.

Along the way, I lost much of what I knew.

So if you ask me what I know, I will tell you-it is little.

And that new uncertainty often frightens me.

Yet I don't wish to go back to borrowed answers,

that rattle shallow from the tongue.

No.

I hope one day,

when you ask me

those answers will instead rise,

from a well-lit place in the soul,

having been burnt into my bones.