Petrichor
The sound of my alarm, Vibrated through my ears. When I shut my eyes, The sun held me at surprise. Always fall asleep to The consoling sound of rain. You asked me wholehearted, I respond, unvarnished.
Each day I witness hundreds of faces. Predictions and mediocre handshakes. Hit hard, till dry rot, then rinse and repeat. Dismantle this germinate mess with bleach. I broke this wall for my autonomy. Free will, no suppression for this body. Shedding my old skin, I am They or Them. I am Petrichor, ending these dry spells.
Wear your heart on your sleeve. But be brave underneath. Let life blunt your armor. Soon you’ll meet the blacksmith. You’ve exquisitely earned, These repairs to upgrade. Humble conquistador, Scars, stories of glory.
Shedding my old skin, I am They or Them! I am Petrichor, ending this void drought! Identity; proud what you call yourself! I am Petrichor, ending this bare hell. In the end, what are we? But empty shells.
WE ARE PETRICHOR, WE ARE THE DAWNING. …Light rain, soft scent, aerosols, Running through our veins.
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This is an original piece I wrote for my solo project, Call Them Q.
Last year I finally felt comfortable enough to tell myself and everyone that my gender identity falls in the non binary spectrum. They/them pronouns.
This is the first REAL piece that really connects myself to that chapter in my life. 2015 was rough, it was a drought of uncomfortable rough times. This piece really summarizes the break through to the relaxed feeling after self discovery. The word Petrichor really clicked with me.
