A heart that blooms in shades of grey,
Not bound by blue, nor swept by stray
Pinks of roses, preened and planned,
I am a world of shifting sand.
The boxes built of "he" and "she"
Confine a soul that longs to be
More than a label, neatly placed,
A melody in freer space.
The moonlit stream, the sunlit peak,
I hold them both, emotions speak
In whispers soft and crashing tides,
A symphony where gender hides.
Not man, not woman, yet all these,
A tapestry of flowing seas,
Of starlight bright and forest deep,
A boundless soul, I wake and leap.
They are my pronouns, strong and true,
Reflecting skies of endless hue,
For in this space I find my home,
Unbound, unlabelled, finally known.
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Moonlit Protectors
PoetryDive into the World of "Moonlit Protectors": Poems by Lew Corbett Unleash your imagination and explore the depths of your heart with "Moonlit Protectors," a captivating collection of poems by Lew Corbett. Within these pages, you'll find a kaleidosco...
