My conundrum is beautiful, but dark,
Dark and full of secrets.
The dark river that flows from him,
The river that is tangled in the world that binds us together.
We may be bound together, but we
Are bound light-years apart.
Bound apart never to touch or be together.
Unwanting to think about being together.
Separated not only by society, but choice;
Choice to be hidden in the shadows of my own secrets.
I remain hidden for my own reasons,
Yet I wish to come out of the Shadows.
For coming out would mean I am not afraid.
Coming out would mean ridicule.
Ridiculed, because of rules that would be broken
And people that would be hurt.
This is
My conundrum.
