Coming Out

First I had to tell myself.
Always the hardest part.
17 years spent ignoring and repressing.

Then I had to tell my friends.
All were happy for me.
They were trying to be authentic too.

Then it was time to tell my family.
Mom took it well.
Dad appeared to take it well.

Flash-forward and now,
I don’t speak to him.
Those meant to support you can’t always handle it.

2 thoughts on “Coming Out

  1. I love the beginning, too – and sorry you had to lose contact with your father. It isn’t fair. When my cousin came out to me I told him, “I loved you five minutes ago – I love you still!” I hope you hear that often! Poems can be cathartic – hope this one helped you…

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