″He who dares not touch the thorns shall never have the rose.″
Call me out,
From this dreadful gloom.
Hear me shout,
Alone in my room.
This life I live,
Is not one I chose.
All the things I would give,
For a single rose.
Laced in thorns,
Petals closed.
Silenced by storms,
It never showed.
Until he came along,
To unshackle my demons.
An urge so strong,
To forget those sermons.
I never wanted to be found,
″Come out, come out, wherever you are.″
I stiffened at the sound,
Coming out would leave a scar.
The doors to my closet suffered a hit,
Call it Narnia, call them lies.
I only ever hid in it,
Because I liked guys.
″Why do you feel small?″
One day he asked.
″Because I believe them all.″
They had me labelled, had me masked.
His words were all I had,
To lift the weight off my shoulders.
Never before had I been glad,
To be thrown branches and boulders.
Step out of the shadows,
Be who you are.
They′ll fire their arrows,
But you′re a shooting star.
Heavenly Father, judge my sin,
I′m no stranger to being separate kin.
If love is a flower, and me it′s only seed,
Then to their beliefs I pay no heed.
I choose to love him.
