(trigger warning- contains mention of prior attempted suicide some years ago- I am happy to say none of that is going on now)
Encircled
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To begin again
I must find the strength
To remember
All that
Almost never was
That day I did not
Drive my car into a wall.
I am not ashamed to be her(e),
Or when you stare,
Or look shocked
Or embarrassed
To see me
To know me
To love me
To be any type of partner
With me, as if you thought
By standing by me
It made you me.
You could do worse.
I have been
Asked if I had been asked
If the circus were in town
Or who saw me
Or where on earth
Did I have to sneak off to
To even pee.
I had built a world
Around me tightly until
That little girl inside me
Who had never even had
A chance to breathe
Looked up through rain with
Dark eyes in that brief dream
And simply told me
Please,
Please,
All I want is to be
Out and free.
Her eyes are mine now
In this world you have taken
From me for the crime of
How I look,
How I sound,
And who I am.
I will not avert my gaze
In either shame or weakness
From your empty eyes and mouths
Though you have torn me
From my bread and
Cast me upon the waters.
I see you and maybe,
If you are lucky,
You will see your shame
And stand a chance to stand
With me in this pile
Of nothing you have left me.
This no thing – I sing –
I lie awake, but not to count the
Cost of simply being
Who I am.
I breathe and
Breathe and
Breathe again
And let go of
All that
To remember
I must find the strength
To begin again.
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-Lona Gynt, March 2021. All rights reserved for text and photos.
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.Posted for dVerse, where Peter Frankis is asking us to write a poem that is or contains in some way a circle back to the beginning. Here is the link to the prompt:
MTB: Coming full circle
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The photo is of a circular involuting flower from Zion National Park in Utah.
A striking piece Lona – thank you so much for sharing this heartfelt poem. So much to like here – the short lines – each standing alone – ‘I am not ashamed to be her(e)’ ‘Breathe and / Breathe again’ – and part of the whole – falling down the page – now bitter, now brave, now strong. And the circle of first and last lines. Bravo and a koala stamp for you. π¨
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Thank you Peter π¨πyour words have moved me. I would like to accept this koala stamp on behalf of all the people who made this poem possible! I appreciate your insight Peter. π¨
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To begin again – You will stronger and better than ever before. The strength in your faith is what will carry you through.
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Strange, that is what my lovely new wife keeps telling me, to have faith πthank you
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Wow, really powerful.
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Thank you Kate
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Short naked lines assemble a heart in full view — such a precarious and fraught stance, as open and wild as the wind. Every breath here is an act of defiant faith.
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Thank you my friend. Your words show precisely how I feel. You bring the words of Camus to mind.
βThe only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.β
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A poem of courage and affirmation, Lona.
“I am not ashamed to be her(e),”
Nor should you be. It is only be hearing such stories that people will learn. Yes to that Camus quote.
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Thank you Merril. I am so grateful friend! π
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You’re very welcome!π
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So powerful, striking, evocative, and heartfelt.
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Thank you Lucy! πΊ
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A poem that is important for all of us, it tells of something I know nothing about but need to know. One friend described their experience as simply needing rest from overwhelming life.
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Thank you Paul.
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“This no thing β I sing β I lie awake, but not to count the cost of simply being
who I am,”… sigh…This is incredibly incredibly moving, Lona. Your poem is raw, and honest and palpable. It took me back a few years when I was struggling with the same. I feel that as time is moving forward, more and more people are suffering from loneliness. If only, there was an ear for every aching heart.. the world would be fuller. π
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Oh Saana, I am so glad you noticed those lines. They were problematic for me in composition, ignoring syntax, and floated weirdly, but seemed reflect the dissociative feeling of having had my foundation, my livelihood pulled out from under me, from my perspective for no other reason of who I am, and that my tormentors who were long time friends and partners did this was especially painful. For me it splintered their identity into a strange ungrounded limbo as well, but then to anchor back to the realization thatI am blessed to be grounded in who I am and that brings me back home. I hope they can join me there again someday if they can overcome the bias about my status, I do would love to see their humanity replenished in my eyes some day because they have so much to offer. These lines just came out raw, as you say, and I struggled a long time to make them βproperβ if you will, but it did not feel right, so I let them stand. I love how you centered on the lynchpin at the heart of this poem. π Thank you! π
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the raw emotion in this is what gives it such strength. stay well stay safe and keep writng
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Thank you! I well
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Lona, you call it a circular involuting flower. But I see morning glory. Well, you did offer a trigger warning!
I’m confident you will find the strength you need. Be well, sister!
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You know what intrigues me about this flower is that it was huge, it looked like morning glory, but the blossom was 5 inches across! Do I donβt know if it is some other flower, or some nightmare monster that would eat our house (sibling inside joke to all yβall other peeps). The trigger warning joke made me chuckle. Have had really good news today. Talk later brother, love you!
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Lona, I actually think that is a datura blossom. It usually blooms at night.
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Yes! That is it!
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An ode to everyone who has wondered why everyone seems to see them as different and not just as themselves. Especially striking line (among many striking lines): To remember All that Almost never was.
The stuttering, short-lined form also very evocative of the emotional journey here.
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Thank you Xan, I appreciate that, although I donβt like to dwell on that dangerous time, but I donβt want to forget it because it puts any current difficulties into perspective. I am glad you found something in this.
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Lona, this part really gets to me:
“That little girl inside me
Who had never even had
A chance to breathe”
What I know is that light always pisses off darkness and darkness works hard to extinguish light.
Lona, Dear Lona, I am glad you are here. She saved you. β€ β€ β€ {{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}
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Oh I feel those hugs Lisa, thank you! HUGZZZ back! Before I had been able to accept that I would ever be able to transition, my feminine identity would often try assert itself in dreams. I have written about some of these before. Sometimes she would be draped in shame:
Other times we would fight:
And with self-acceptance I would dream I was a woman draped in glory:
But the dream that frames for me most profoundly the need I had to out and fully myself in the world was when I was sitting in a recliner after work, and fell asleep just briefly, less than a minute, but during that time dreamt of my little girl self splashing puddles in the rain, she stopped and looked up from under a bright umbrella and with tears in my dark brown eyes simply uttered βPlease!β Lisa I am glad you noticed her presence in this poem. I grieve for her, but am happy I listened. Yes, she saved me. πππ
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You’ve been on quite a journey, Lona. I read the first post and love the artwork your daughter did. She has such creative talent!
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π She has a lot of talent. Those re three long reads I linked you too, There will be a quiz later. (Just kidding of course), love and appreciate you Lisa.
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I like that this has a bit of a love poem within it,
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Yes, tangentially, although the main impetus was a move by business partners of 18 years, that essentially makes me start over at 54 years old. But I am grateful that I am healthy enough to start over and still work hard, if I can do that another 20 years or so I will be fine.
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Don’t know how I missed this one 1st time around. Awesome circularity indeed. I still look around for the right wall to drive into / leap from, but when I spot it nowadays, I just laugh.
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Laughing is not a bad approach. I am glad we are still here βΊοΈKeep Laughing
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I so much love how that little girl inside could come out… you have had an amazing journey Lorna… and I think it will continue to go on as she grows.
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Thank you friend!
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Keep strong π
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Thank you! I will endeavor to do so
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Wow, yes: sometimes it takes all of these things to begin again. So pleased you didn’t drive your car into a wall! I’ve come close a few times, at least metaphorically speaking.
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Thank you! I am glad we are both here!
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Thank you for sharing this heartfelt, strong poem with one who has had the “leaving this world now’ experience 3 times. Sometimes I cannot believe I am still here.
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Oh! I am so glad we are here! π
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You’re an amazing lady!!
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Thank you Cynthia! You too! I am getting closer every day to being supported rather than encircled. Luvs muh Brave one.
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