Standing Inside A Scream
It’s when the world collapses around
no longer are the faces friendly,
almost dumb stares,
they seem frozen within the construct of time.
I stood in line awhile,
almost enough time to forgive myself,
they laughed at first,
a comical reunion of sorts,
recalling happier times, childlike times,
until there was the finality of our reality.
The body wants to react,
yet is told not to,
someone might see,
some person along the avenue
might feel differently about you today,
then yesterday when smiles gave you away.
I wondered if I might ever find resolve,
this burden of truth, a lifestyle
when all else seemed to fail,
except an element of shame,
‘a tolerant world no longer cares.’
Fight the battle,
suggests emotion, a layered
response to years of oppression,
suddenly surfacing in town halls,
museums, corporate offices,
and the home of best friends.
The shelter piece,
that’s what is …