The Ramblings of a Divided Mind

I love my clutter,

A busy room of stories

Whether intended or created.

I love my books,

Worlds to visit and explore,

Pages to fill writing more.

I don't love the dust,

And scarce remember to dust.

But a wipe helps,

An occasional clean

Even of one item,

Perhaps it's small,

And not much for my items,

But it's a little less dust

Another moment of joy

Remembering the item

And how it makes smiles.

I could try dusting more,

The easiest chore

At least, nowadays,

No need to scrub and beat

Or sit for hours of work.

Still we procrastinate,

Delay getting clean clothes,

such a strange view.As if it's the worst chore,

We spent a year inside,

More than that in truth,

Reminded to clean our hands,

clean off the outside,

Clean anything others touch.

I don't need to be in the action,

Everything entertains me anyway.

Don't scoff over how I was young,

This was still true back then,

But more knowledge was new,

More excitement to share.

Then awareness of judgement grew

So the excitement slowly got rare.

I proud of being me again,

No longer chasing after my tongue,

Trying to catch my words all day,

Calmer in joining the motion.

Besides, I'm already a part of it all,

Didn't you, can't you, hear that call?

It says I'm welcome and so are you,

There's a window I pass,

Rainbow flag,

Simplest form;

It's so important to me.

There's a window sticker,

In various shops,

I smile each time I see.

Perhaps the flag is empty,

Just colours on a cloth,

But it also is a symbol

Calling safety to most.

Even if my flag is unknown

It's recognised for what it is,

A glance, a curiosity,

Then relaxing.

They're just stripes of colour

My name changed first,

Before anything was in doubt,

Before any question formed,

My name was changed, retired.

Everyone's journey is unique

And each question different in scope,

So I'll accept hearing any journey.

I've never heard of another starting there,

Without any questions, only changes,

Only a stress that couldn't be escaped

And a name tainted by it all.

Questioning came regardless;

Focused on hair and perception,

On what to wear and why skin crawled.

Focused on things forever confusing,

And why it was more than I first thought.

My name changed, the world was beset,

Then questions ignored were spoken

So even more could form, reflect,

Transform the self I thought I had,

Until I'm better than before.

When the questions come knocking at your door,

It's okay to take your time with them,