I don't know if I fully fit in theme, but this is what came out, lil.
there are a few things about me that you should know.
When I visualize myself,
I see a flower inside a vast cavern.
clinging to survival on the precipice of possibility,
the water droplets of hope washing my face.
When I see myself in a mirror
on late nights, in half dark and in hurried glances
I recognize a stranger: not myself,
a tall Ent with a beard of moss
and a faerie held safe in his body.
When I say "I have Dysphoria,
I'm depressed, I hate myself."
I am holding, in the pit of my gut,
a desire to tear off my own ill-fitting skin
like rings on a tree, stripping myself down to a smaller,
more youthful core, an attempt to turn back time
and right the wrongs of a life so squandered.
But I don't do that.
I thrive on promise, and hope,
and the sound of wind through the quaking aspen.
the emerald beetle bores its holes in me,
but I will compensate for the loss and be greater for it.