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The Road Between What Was and What Could Be

A poignant reflection on identity, pain, and the passage of time, exploring the journey of self-discovery and the complex road between the past and the future.

Family Dollar

Family Dollar

True freedom isn’t just about escape; it’s about embracing the journey.

I lived long as both woman and girl,
And it nearly broke me in two.
I don’t want the ordinary anymore, no more small gestures,
Like how the oaks stand still, unmoved,
And the things worth talking about slip away like they were never there.
The creeds say you can outrun the pain if you just name it,
But the green will change you, it really will.

I walked into that green, a vine wrapped around my back,
And from the mud came patterns before light could break through.
But light turned away and left us.
The moss strained for the yellow.
A fine pollen rose, scattering across the road,
The dust forming this question: What’s wrong with right here?
Behind my eyes lies a cape, and inside it, a body that wallows.

Through burnt grass, untended, I moved,
Crossing lines that led nowhere,
To a gate I could never open,
An outrage that loiters like an old friend.
Isn’t it strange how talent carries time?
Nothing’s resolved today, but every hour is still vital.

A body cloaked on a road that winds sweetly through the mind,
Place this road in some future that feels just like a past we can’t undo.
And then, in defiance, remember how women don’t exist—
The ages tell us to outrun the pain,
To make plenty of money,
To head forward, but never backward.

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