Pain
Every day I'm reminded of the dull pain of life.
The knives that sink into my skin of words remembered.
The headaches from the pressure of conformation.
The razor edge I walk when I talk with strangers.
But then they pulled the knives from my skin,
lifted me from their view,
and gave me confidence.
They gave me the hope and steel to ignore,
the peace and mindfulness to be me,
and the footing to speak my mind.
I thank these unseen Saviors,
those that came before me and fought those who would harm me.
I can only hope,
I can do this for another.
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