A Promise for the Moon

There are a few things I can promise you-

Behind this door,
there is space enough for tears to fill a gorge
and I will bucket that shit out of your boat
You can rage and scream
and I will gleefully hand you breakables
We can paint your toes poppy pink,
or use acetone to remove each flake of color
We can smash every mirror in this place
until we find the one where you recognize yourself

I am so sorry we failed you

that you would end up at this door at the edge of the world

Truth has fallen so readily from your lips 

(for so long)

but every ear has been unmoved

You were born knowing who you are-

even if those who have loved you longest 

insisted you forget

There is time now to stop 

To breathe

To look behind at how the wooded paths

have led you exactly here

Do you know where you are now?

You are on the threshold of misfits and miscreants

Of the discarded and bruised Forget-Me-Nots

You are entering a Never Land of Lost Boys and pixie dust,

and every non-conforming soul in between

You are welcomed here,

so put your heels up, girl!

We've been waiting for you

May you never shrink from your own truth

You have come too far

(to the edge of the world, in fact)

to ever live a lie again