Ricardo, WOW!! What a beautiful poem!! Writing can let so many emotions out that you might not be ready to share with anyone in person. This poem also applies to people! Their stories may be drastically different, so treat every person with kindness, as you never know what they have been through or what they are dealing with. Amazing poem!!
My daughter took a fixture of boxing gloves embellished with rhinestones and asked that I write a little poem to go with the image. This is what I came up with:
OMG! This is so good! I love to box, too. So, this is right up my alley. I love that you were able to look at an object and bring emotions and stories to life from it. As always, thank you for sharing. I’m putting this one in the newsletter, too :). <3 Lauren
Thank you, Lauren…it means a lot to me. I actually wrote this piece as a letter to my children in hopes they could gain a little understanding of who I was when I raised them and who I am today. My daughter said it made her incredibly sad but also incredibly happy at the same time. My son isn’t ready to read it yet, and I respect that. All I know is that it’s there for him, when the time is right. Thank you for proving me such an incredible outlet for sharing. It has helped me heal. <3
I grew up in a world where you were to be seen, but not heard.
I grew up in a world of “do as I say, not as I do”.
I grew up in a world where it was unacceptable to cry lest you be ostracized for being weak or girlish. Unless, of course, you were being beaten, as crying was encouraged.
I grew up in a world where blue is for boys and pink is for girls, or everything is either black or white. There is no color spectrum in between.
I grew up in a world where presenting habits, preferences, mannerisms, speech, and style that is not in line with masculine stereotypes meant you are less than a man.
I grew up in a world of preselected choices and rejection of uniqueness. Rebellion was disrespect. How dare I be different?
I grew up in a world where you could be a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant, an engineer, or a banker. You could not choose to be an artist or a musician…those were hobbies, not careers.
I grew up in a world of obligations and not choice.
I grew up in a world where I learned to survive by hiding in plain sight though conformance, silence, and camouflage.
I was not of that world, but I complied and conformed to avoid the shame and stigma of being different.
I grew up cold.
And one day I realized I escaped that world physically, but never mentally.
How could I unlearn survival? How would I shed the things that protected and kept me safe all those hidden years.
How would I drown out shame when it has the loudest voice in my head? How could I escape the prison of my mind?
How could any small, tenuous steps of liberation become a full hearted sprint toward happiness when I am weighted down by so much baggage? When would the wings of freedom sprout strong enough to carry me away?
And thus time passed as I struggled to unlearn my upbringing. I tried to suppress these teaching while raising my own children. I succeeded in some ways and failed in many others.
I now grow old knowing that what I was taught is as wrong today as it was back then.
I now grow old allowing myself to be the person I always was, from the beginning.
I now grow old and have to account to no one but myself and those I love.
I now grow old learning to forgive myself and to humbly ask for forgiveness from those I have hurt.
I now grow old understanding that to fully demonstrate love to others, I must first have learned to love and accept myself.
I now grow old endeavoring to live a better, more authentic life.
I now grow old realizing I have been reborn as my true self, loving art and music, being gentle and caring, crying when I want to cry, wearing what I want to wear, loving black and white and all the colors in between, and understanding that being different is not something to be hidden or ashamed of…
And this alone has warmed my once young, cold heart.❤️
Ricardo, This is a beautiful piece. I will be featuring it in today’s (July 1) newsletter. I am so happy you were able to let go of the restrictive thoughts that you were brought up with and free yourself to live a more authentic life. Your courage and wisdom are quite inspiring. Thank you for sharing and for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
Thank you, Lauren…it means a lot to me. I actually wrote this piece as a letter to my children in hopes they could gain a little understanding of who I was when I raised them and who I am today. My daughter said it made her incredibly sad but also incredibly happy at the same time. My son isn’t ready to read it yet, and I respect that. All I kno…read more
Dearest Rebecca…how could I have missed your response?! Thank you for taking your valuable time to respond to my poem. I am deeply appreciative. The fear of what could have been still haunts me and I am still hyper-vigilant of my son’s mental health. He is doing wonderfully and speaks about his therapy in a very positive light. For this I am grateful. Thank you.
Thank you for appreciating my poem, Lauren! I still can’t read it without getting emotional…I guess it’s because I am not “there” yet with what my poem describes. Someday, I hope. <3
Ricardo, this is sooooo good and perfect for pride month. I love that you are stepping into your authentic self in this chapter of your life and it’s brining you all the peace and happiness you so deserve. This is so creatively and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing, and as always thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren
Thank you for appreciating my poem, Lauren! I still can’t read it without getting emotional…I guess it’s because I am not “there” yet with what my poem describes. Someday, I hope. <3
Thank you, Lauren. Isn’t that life’s greatest challenge? The process of learning to love and accept yourself. We’re all “getting there” in the best way we know how.
Thank you Kaylah…it brings me joy to know you appreciated my humble little poem. There is solace in still feeling connected to those we’ve lost. I wanted to express turning sadness into beautiful anticipation of meeting that loved one again beyond this life. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Oh my…thank you Kayjah…I am humbled by your kind words. Thank you for commenting and enjoying my writing. It means a lot to me to have others appreciate and understand the little messages I try to convey. Thank you!
Ricardo, we are all a work in progress. But, in my humble opinion, you are wonderful just as you are today. You are kind and thoughtful. Keep pursuing your happiness. You deserve it. <3 Lauren
Thank you, Lauren. Isn’t that life’s greatest challenge? The process of learning to love and accept yourself. We’re all “getting there” in the best way we know how.
Thanks for the kind words, Lauren! Writing (poetry) for me has been a lifesaver, as I am sure it has been for others here on The Unsealed. Thank you for creating a place where we can share the little voice within us for others to enjoy.
Ricardo, Your letter beautifully captures the essence of a serene sunset. The imagery and rhythm of your poem create a sense of steadiness and renewal.
Awww! Thank you, Lauren. Yes, we’ve all experienced this “tug ‘o war” internally. Sometimes the mind wins, sometimes the heart wins. Thank you for including it in the newsletter.