Break A Boy Or Make A Man

She could break a boy or make a man

I travel through these waters 

blind, beaten, bold and dead set

Tears gush out my eyes 

I dissolve, I am soluble, 

flowing
I surrender my tight grip 

On a self appointed self 

I wanted closure 

Yet I was holding up a sign

Marketing myself as a shrine

The truth is, I am pretending 

Until, self acceptance 

All of me bubbles upwards to the surface 

These friends of mine

They welcome me

I need not be afraid 

They accept all of me 

I once was 

So lost in the darkness 

Isolated and ashamed of the darker parts of myself

Now I know

I'm not supposed to be anything

I move aside and the let the surge of water take its hold

Learning to navigate

Sailing the ruthless seas

A welcome change 

I am coming home 

Humility, allows me to be.