Mum yelled,
“Leave me alone.”
It echoed in my bones.
I spent years fearing solitude.
Now I write from inside it.
A poetry book becoming in public.
Not all solitude is loneliness.
For years, these poems lived only
in my diaries.
Now, I am opening the journey publicly while the book is still becoming itself.
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Some poems were written in rain.
Some inside heartbreak.
Some after finally arriving home.
Mum yelled,
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who I was,
and who survived becoming him.
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— mt
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