Behind the Door

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Behind the Door
Form: Terza Rima Sonnet

My path of love is not an easy one
a warm embrace that often leads to tears
so passion leaves my heart alone, undone
Solace remained in prisons built on fears
denying truth behind the closet door
while awareness of self too slowly clears
The constant feeling there is something more
rejected wants it was too soon to face
in silent reticence I fought to ignore
Until my heart was tired, a weary place
my eyes began to view who I must be
my tribade soul can love with no disgrace.
The deepest pain as I accepted me
without this journey, I could not be free



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