The First Hum

The dilemma of the freshman jv me
After coming to terms with what I’m not
With who I am and love once fought
After acceptance of self attained, I thought:
To hum to self or through choir decree

To make known what lurk in murky wilds
My journal entries and poems written
My heart, battered, starved, and smitten
My midnight struggles, hushed and hidden
Or preserve the semblance of a perfect child

To throw to the fire my inhibitions
With my tears I’ll paint my testimony
So kids hiding flags won’t feel as lonely
To show them they are children of Holy
Or succumb to my internalized convictions

The dilemma of the senior captain me
After accepance of terms with none refused
With answered: what do I have to lose
After acceptance of consequence I choose
To make this the first hum of my sung decree

My first poem on this page to start off the new year! (I intended to post this on January 1st, but unfortunately Instagram wouldn’t let me.)

I started this account to express my thoughts and emotions, and in doing so, perhaps help others who are going through similar experiences that I’m going through. I’m not yet ready to express myself to my family or peers, but I’m hoping that this account will help me get there.

So if you know who I am, I ask that you please help me to keep my identity anonymous. If you have no clue who I am and are just a fellow poet/poetry lover here for poetry, then please like and feel free to share my poems with anyone who might enjoy, relate to, or otherwise gain something from them.

With this account, I also hope to become a better writer/poet, so I encourage you to please drop some ~constructive~ criticism; it’s greatly appreciated.

With all being said, Happy New Year, and cheers to a hopefully less chaotic 2021