The first time I noticed a boy’s eyes were his.
I admit that they were quite hard to miss.
They were the first of his things that came to my notice.
But somehow, I brushed those thoughts off as amiss.
Years passed but I still remember this.
Now, my marriage has lightly started becoming a hot topic.
When asked, the answer presented itself
But I currently only halfway agree to it.
It was not him but the instituition
That only made me sad and angry;
Where nothing I did was ever enough,
Where I had to be less than my energy.
Now, with the help of my spiritual family,
I have got to know who is he
But I am trying to take it a bit slow
Even when he is identified by my heart, mind, body and soul.
I had to publish it yesterday but I forgot. This poem was written yesterday, on 6th July 2022.