the length carried the weight
by: kai a.
The length carried the weight.
weight of acceptance
the cloak of invisibility and acceptance
in the straight world.
Each inch held a memory
good or bad.
It carried the fragrances
campfire smoke
your perfume
cigarette smoke
his cologne
It became my identifier.
my shield and protector
it held my pride in its waves
even as it was pulled
and dragged
there was a connection to strength.
a physical reminder
to me.
That i survived
all the messed up things.
There wasn’t a warning
that came with the freedom
as the inches and weight
collapsed to the floor
no one prepared you for the moment
when the remaining inches
have only been graced with
kind touches.
The length carried the weight
of the trauma
that I had allowed to burden my soul
the release became as much physical
as it was figurative.