Okay... I didn't pen this tonight, it's been on my website for a while...
I don't know if it counts as a "poem", but it was from the heart none the less. It does mention me in a dress so I guess it's somewhat on topic. The feminine clothing has helped me to learn more of who I am, and to embrace it.
This is based on a somewhat true story, that technically took place before I was wearing skirts, however I was wearing the robe. This would have been circa 2011-2012, location: Gatewood Reservoir.
2010 was a special year for me, that was the year I turned 30 and started to have a different outlook on matters. It wasn't an easy year, nor were the ones to follow. But such as it is on these type of journeys. They are filled with highs and lows. Those were the "baby steps" on the road to discovering the person I was, shedding the skin of my former self, the person that the world conditioned me to be.
From that point onward, I would explore the creator (a.k.a. "God") in my own way, leaving behind all organized religious viewpoints. Through those channels, I learned that I was not bound to the social expectations placed upon me for simply being a regular white American guy. My body may be the property of the U.S. government, but my soul was mine to explore. I did a lot of soul searching at Gatewood. It is a simply magickal place. To this day, when I find the world has beaten me into the ground, I often make the pilgrimage to Pulaski County VA to rest my spirit for a bit.
It is my sacred ground.
In the writing, it is noted of the breeze flowing around my legs... this was the first time I had such a sensation... it is one I would never forget. I recall thinking at that time how nice it would be to be able to wear something like this all of the time! But alas... that's impossible... guys aren't allowed to wear that stuff.....
Ahh... like I said... it was the FIRST step of a very long and ongoing journey... I would have never guessed that only nine years later wearing such things would be so second nature.... Hehehe... I can remember wearing the robe through the woods and freaking out every time I heard a rustle in the leaves.. thinking a hiker, hunter, or somebody would catch me wearing these forbidden clothes!
Sitting on the side of the road, waiting for the coast to be clear to dart into my car before I was seen.... HA! Now I wear them everywhere!
The writing below is based on the story of the night I took off into the mountains of the Jefferson National Forest late in the night, to seek God and all her wonders....
The walk of life can feel long, sometimes painful.
On a cool summer night, I find myself walking alone in the forest.
The sound of the crickets and other bugs fills the air.
A gentle breeze rustles the trees as their silhouette cast a moons shadow on the ground.
The stresses that have unfolded are overflowing the senses.
I come to a stream and cross it feeling the cold water work its way over my feet, between my toes.
Across the other side, I continue on my journey.
The breeze flutters my dress in the wind, I feel natures breath on my legs.
After some time, I find a clearing, and seat myself on the edge of some half rotted log.
With my legs together, and my hands in my lap, I sit and absorb the moon light.
For a period, I bow my head and close my eyes.
The emotions swell in my mind, and I find I can not contain myself any longer.
I weep. Kneeling forward I fall to my knees, and feel the dampness of the Earth soak through the dress.
After a bit of time has passed, I find I can cry no more.
I rise to my feet, look on the moon and her magickal light.
I hold out my hands to embrace the love of my creator.
Not just the moon, but everything, the universe and it's entirety.
I am reminded that I am her child, and she looks after me.
A peaceful feeling comes over me, the stiff feeling of dried tears on my face now.
My lips whisper a quiet prayer of gratitude.
I stand, silent, but not alone.
The gift of the creator is in my heart, it is in my soul, it fills my spirit.
I find I do not know what to say.
It matters not, for she knows my thoughts.
We all share the same love.
She quietly watches over us all, ready to answer our call for spiritual rest.
She demands no elaborate ritual, or lengthy prayer.
She is the Lady of all creation, Mother of the Universe and everything that came before will come after.
She doesn't bother with jealousy, or being worshiped.
She is always there whether we call her or not.
Never complaining, never inflicting wrath.
She created our souls, she watches them grow, and when they are ready to return home, she welcomes them.
She is the embodiment and the gift of the feminine.
There is a little bit of her in all of us.
With such beauty and humble virtue, how could I hide this light in my soul?