At age twelve,
I was afraid of myself.
I could not explain my soul,
or even recognize it,
because I was convinced it was evil.
A childhood bathed in fear and anxiety,
all in the name of holiness,
almost killed me.
"Just a phase".
These suggestions, so minor in apperance,
left me with a pit in my stomach
that still hasn't fully healed.
It's remarkable how one woman
could help me blossom into being
and ignite the revelation of my truth.
My savior, Sappho,
placed me under her ancient wings.
All without repentance.
And For the first time in my life,
I was truly free-
All because of a poetic legacy
that spanned over two millenia.