By Noel Ullom
To my friends that feel hidden,
Concealed in the shadows of the very figures
You had expected to hold and lift you up:
To my friends that have fought endless battles,
Ones fought mostly behind the scenes
Yet leave the scars of unbearable arrows
Aimed indirectly yet completely at your heart
That they labeled as misled.
May you someday find the lost yet treasured door
That you have searched for for so many years,
In your most innocent yet haunting dreams.
The doorknob that opens not even a perfect world,
But only the hearts of those who surround you
As you have watched so many,
Of those cherished bonds become broken
As people mistake the beautiful melody of your identity
For the thunder of a storm.
May you one day find those hugs of acceptance you have longed for,
Ones of tears that stream into rivers of memories lost,
Ones full of the salt of a marvelous yet forbidden secret.
May the light labeled the flames of hell
By those who turned a blind eye
Instead shine like the glow of heaven that it truly is,
And may you watch in awe and reassurance
As the same light flows through the prism of your undying strength
And the colors of the unending rainbow
Dance in pride on your unbreakable walls.