Fading Light
In the quiet of twilight, a young soul stands,
Fourteen years old, courage trembling in his hands.
He whispered truth to shadows, unveiled his heart,
“I am gay,” he said, tearing worlds apart.
His home, once warm, now echoes with disdain,
A storm of rejection, a barrage of pain.
His mother’s eyes, once tender, now aflame,
“Leave,” she spat, “I don’t know your name.”
The door swung open, a chasm dark and wide,
He stepped into the night, wounded but full of pride.
His heart, a fragile vessel, sails the storm,
Seeking refuge, seeking love, seeking a new form.
The stars above, witnesses to his silent plea,
Whispered, “You are worthy, you are free.”
And so he walks, a constellation in the making,
A young man, unyielding, his spirit awakening.
For love knows no boundaries, no walls to confine,
And in the wilderness, he’ll find his design.
He’ll build a shelter from stardust and grace,
A home where acceptance blooms, in every space.
So here’s to the young man, brave and true,
May he find solace in the moon’s gentle hue.
For love, like constellations, knows no end,
And in his exile, a new family will ascend.
