In a world where faith often serves as both comfort and constraint, how does one navigate the choppy waters of personal identity amidst rigid spiritual values? This poem grapples with such questions, presenting a poignant exploration of a son caught between the unwavering beliefs of his parents and his truth as a gay man. The emotional landscape depicted is raw and relatable, echoing the struggle many face when their authentic selves clash with the expectations of loved ones. As we journey through this heartfelt narrative, we’ll witness the profound longing for acceptance and love—a tale too familiar for those who’ve felt out of place in the very environments meant to nurture them. Dive into this deep reflection on faith, identity, and the sometimes painful irony of familial love. LEARN MORE.
Was it a blessing or a curse to have parents
whose faith left no doubt that God was always with them?
Looking over their shoulder like a trusted friend
guiding them as they raised their son
But I was the gay son not perfect in their world
I was lost to them
in trying to live within their spiritual values.
Did I let them down?
Taking drugs to feel less imperfect?
Having unprotected sex at 14 to feel loved
By those who also lived imperfect lives?
Who hated a pompous God
unwilling to make room for them.
What pathetic irony: I needed my parents love
their willingness not to be blind-sided
by a faith that turned their hearts cold
blinding them from looking me in the eyes.
