The Choice

Discarded like an old shoe when they found out the truth,

their bouncing baby girl wasn't exactly who they knew.

Their dirty little secret, never to be revealed,

consumed by their fears, engulfed like flames,

caught up in a forest of embarrassment,

a reality they couldn’t contain.

Turned away like a leper I silently endured

with little money in my pockets, will there ever be a cure?

For their sorrows and sadness, my choice had become,

a promise to myself a soul come undone.

I wished I was an eagle so that I can fly

to a place where I belonged, away from

ignorant eyes.

With reckless abandon I accepted this fate,

and surrounded myself like a fortress protected from hate.

I searched for kindred spirits with stories like mine,

to guide me in this life, no longer isolated inside.

What I always knew I could never explain, or even share

in my happiness, only mine to obtain.

Their daughter was in search of another lady, as herself,

an announcement they would never proclaim.

And just like that old shoe with its tattered laces,

worn soles, thrown away like yesterday’s trash, I was

threatened like a thief, don't ever tell, and don't ever ask,

to be welcomed in this home as you once were,

remember this choice you make was not ours but yours.



Update on Sunday, September 20, 2020 at 09:11AM by Lisa Lacriola aka T.Langdon Squire

Revised 9-20-2020

I was discarded like an old shoe.

Their dirty little secret, never to be revealed.

Turned away like a leper I silently endured,

will there ever be a cure for their ignorance?

Like an eagle I flew to a place where I belong,

away from their judgmental eyes.

With reckless abandon I accepted this fate.

What I always knew I could never explain.

My happiness they tried to squash.

My choice, a promise made to myself.

And unlike that old shoe with its tattered laces,

worn soles thrown away like yesterday’s trash.

Although no longer welcomed in their home, 

the choice I made, was never to hide again.