Incipient Poet Poet Free verse

An Internal Dialogue of Uncertainty

Bring it up.
Shove it down.
Hate, accept, hate, accept, hate again.
This can't be me.
...could it be?
Not fully female, not fully something else.
Slowly changing, never the same. 
She/her? I guess that's fine.
They/them? Maybe sometimes.
What is it?
Do I want to know?
When I learn the answer, will it be something impossible? 
Something hateful? 
Something I could never be?
I guess we'll see.

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Unseeking Seeker November 2, 2022 at 8:18 PM I’ll go with accept and then freeze the frame in time

Becky Forbes November 2, 2022 at 6:43 PM Maybe you won't find it until you no longer need to know? Incipient Poet November 9, 2024 at 1:45 PM It’s been two years and you were right. I no longer need to know, and because of that, I know. Thank you.