☆°▪︎ BEYOND THE HAZE ▪︎°☆

Together

.

w

e

.

walked

away

.

i

n

.

a

dazed,

shell-shocked

haze . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

once,

angry

guns

.

o

f

.

blistering

.

r

a

g

e

.

pounding

.

o

u

r

.

resounding

love

.

o

f

.

nonconforming

disgrace . . .

.

.

.

day,

.

a

f

t

e

r

.

night,

.

a

f

t

e

r

.

day . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

then

.

f

a

l

l

i

n

g

.

silent

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

rubble

.

w

h

i

c

h

.

remained . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

rubble

.

o

f

.

all

.

t

h

e

.

presentable,

acceptable,

respectable

ways . . .

.

.

.

w

e

once

learned

.

t

o

.

embrace

within

.

t

h

e

.

days . . .

.

.

.

within

.

t

h

e

.

days

.

o

f

.

yesterday . . .

.

.

.

We

were

there 

with

.

t

h

e

.

haunting 

haze

.

i

n

.

the

air . . .

.

.

.

when

attempting

.

o

u

r

.

escape,

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

gates

.

o

f

.

bitter

judgment

.

a

n

d

.

hate . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

suddenly

.

w

e

.

broke 

away . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

suddenly

.

w

e

.

broke

away . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

suddenly

.

w

e

.

broke 

away . . .

.

.

.

Freedom

came

.

o

u

r

.

way

.

t

h

a

t

.

day,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

we

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

return

.

t

o

.

that

place . . .

.

.

.

s

o

take

.

m

y

.

hand,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

let’s

pick-up

.

t

h

e

.

pace . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

the

exhilarating

wave

.

o

f

.

our

.

n

e

w

.

future

waits,

where

.

w

e

.

can

live,

.

a

n

d

.

love,

.

a

n

d

.

gaze,

without

shame . . .

.

.

.

 ~ where

.

w

e

.

can

live,

.

a

n

d

.

love,

.

a

n

d

.

gaze,

without

shame . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

all

.

o

f

.

our

days,

which

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

remain.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2016 where the romantic parties bravely and unashamedly claim and passionately pursue their nonconforming love – even against the overwhelming forces of family and societal resistance. This was the second of three poems I wrote that were largely inspired by the movie: “Holding the Man.” This poem was primarily inspired by a specific scene in the movie: John leaves his home with Tim much to his father’s dismay. I actually hated the title of this movie, but thought it was an excellent movie overall.