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Half-Hearted Hurricane 💔

  • Writer: Zoë Ariel Dunning
    Zoë Ariel Dunning
  • Oct 6, 2024
  • 2 min read

Rage against the dying of the light

Stormy Heart by


I wasn't allowed to express

Half of my love growing up

Because I wasn't supposed to

Love half of the people I do

Half my love was a crime

To even get married at the time


I had to keep a straight face

Swore up and down I was

Walked a tight, straight line


I carefully concealed

Half my brilliance

Cradled it by candlelight

But I was exposed

To the harsh elements

My innocence eroded


My radiance was snuffed out

When I was whipped up

By fierce wind

Rained out by my torrent of tears

The tip of my tongue frostbitten

So I couldn't speak my truth

Without freezing


Hurricane Rebecca and Clint

Suffocated parts of me

So they had room to glow

Because my love doesn't discriminate


They marked me so deeply

I look at my sinful flesh now

And only see scars

Tried to convert me

From water to wine


I was forced to deepthroat pills

Stack up therapy bills

The cures they concocted in a panic

Broke my spirit

Like blood-soaked bread

Did they take delight

In killing my light?


If I am to be converted

Let me burst into a blaze

I flew too close to the stars

And became the sun

Like a moth to a flame

I can’t be tamed


The flame doesn't know

How to go straight

It just knows to burn

At both ends

To flicker freely

And lean into the breeze


Casey McQuiston writes:

"I like different genders

From within different parts of me

Like I turn to face the light

From a different direction every time."


My infinite forms of love and gender

Are a form of the divine

This little light of mine

I'm going to let it radiantly shine!


I don't want to miss

Half the world's pleasure

To earn half-hearted approval


I love with my whole chest

But my lungs will never be

Full of breath

Until ALL of my love

Is embraced with open arms


I'm facing the light

From all directions now

And it’s blindingly beautiful


I wish they could see

But they squint

To block out the sun

Their son, me


I'm a raging inferno

No storm can break me now

Rage, rage

Against the dying of the light

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