Been in disguise since I was twenty-five,
never knowing if I should live or die.
Always thinking this world left me alone,
feeling it deeply through blood and bone.
Needing answers with these decades of doubt,
reaching for a handhold before I shout.
Then I met a small Carolina town,
flipping this Southern boy’s world upside down.
So close it hurts can touch but not feel it,
thrown up obstacles I fight to not quit.
This mask is slipping, years I’m passing through,
with no doubts I’ll live now that I found you.
© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.