I believe, we all have
one unsolved problem in life.
For a few, that may be a secret
which hides like a grenade in the pocket
For a few that may be a maniac foe
who picked us just for fun
For a few, that may be the mediocrity
which dances on the tunes of our dear ones
For a few that may be the parental toxic Warfield
into which we helplessly personified
For a few, that may be the spring of a lifetime
in which we can bloom, but can’t exude fragrance.
Originally published in the Queer Toronto Literary Magazine,Canada on 12th November 2021. Thank You so much Pax Santos. Special thanks to Sydney Reis for rendering the poem so beautifully.