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“Becoming Me” by Trevor Witt

I did not set out to be born,
I was not conceived with a charted course,
I am an explorer — crossing oceans of unknowns,
I am learning every day, and will never be “full grown”.

“My first time” by Trevor Witt

My first time,
It was awkward,
I was nervous,
Scared of judgment,
Feeling naked,
Even before baring myself,
I yearned for connection, trust,
Wanted, to let my guard down,
To share vulnerability,

And then I started reading my poem.

“Wasted worries (That’s okay)” by Trevor Witt

Wasted worries,
Time I will never get back,
I was afraid.
But it would be okay — either way.
Anxious, muy nerviosa,
C’est la vie; that’s life.
It happens — not always how we want,
But we go on, breathing in, and out,
Like the beat of ocean waves,
Or the pulse of a quasar.

We just are.
We just are.

–

Turn it off,
Put it to sleep,
Your restless mind,
Your aimless stress,
Overwhelming you,
With too many minute problems,
Nuisances, little tasks,
Adding up to a giant snowball,
Stop catastrophizing.

If the avalanche hits you,

It hits you.

–

Stop beating yourself up,
There are plenty of other people
Who will, gladly, do it for you.
Forgive yourself, while you put in the work,
You deserve to heal. You deserve to feel whole.

–

I don’t know what I’m doing,
But I am doing it,
And I am learning,
And that’s okay.

“Waiting for you (it isn’t today)” by Trevor Witt

Waiting for you,
To take off your pants,
To hop into bed with me,
To cuddle and kiss,
To giggle beneath the blankets,

I long to be between your thighs,
To feel your legs caressing mine,
To slide up your body,
To run my fingers through your black hair,
To cry with you after a hard day,

I am dead inside now,
Slowly, I stir, like a zombie,
Whose corpse moves,
Without passion, without brains,
A lifeless, soulless doll.

But I am trying to move on,
Attempting to heal,
Like the cells of skin, around a scar,
I will forget you one day.

But it isn’t today.

“Your smile shines like a sunrise” by Trevor Witt

Your smile shines like a sunrise,
And with every goodbye,
The sun drifts behind the mountains,
And under the sea, and I am left,
In the moonlight, reflecting on a reflection
Of your face, watching the waves
Of emotions, of gratitude and awe,
Loneliness, and yearning to see you again.