The Map On My Palm – A Poem

I’m looking down at the red line

that connects me to you.

I’ve been trying to find the journey that I carry.

As I look down at the roadmap of my palms,

the paper surface of my skin crinkles as I turn it this way and that,

trying to read lines that show where I am,

and where I have been.

I am innovative,

trying to find new ways to do things so that I can find my voice.

My positivity is my armor,

because I need to keep going.

I celebrate the bond we have.

You are able to clear away the clouds that haunt me.

I was afraid before,

hard on myself for not fitting a societal ideal of the male form.

You’ve made sense of where I need to be.

I never thought I’d find the one,

the one who felt timeless,

where today,

tomorrow,

next month,

next year all felt the same and where time held no meaning.

I love how you help me to appreciate the moment for the magic it is.

You’ve made me see myself,

even when I don’t want to look in the mirror;

you show me that there is nothing to fear in my reflection.

I am comfortable when I escape from the mundane,

You will be beside me,

for we are on this adventure together.

I push the limits of what I can do,

trying to learn the boundaries of my body.

I know that you will be there to catch me when I fall.

You always see me for who I am,

I can be myself with you.

The depth of our love is within my skin,

red thread creating a map over my palm

that has led me to you.