I am the roaring waves across the ocean
and I am the gentle meander of the stream.
I am the all engulfing fire of incineration
and I am the smallest spark on a candle.
I am the tornado’s urgent, rushing wind
And the beat of a hummingbird’s wings.
I am the rumbling power of an earthquake,
Yet still I am the cave in which you shelter from the storm.
I am an enigma, uncategorised by that which I am and that I am not.
I wilfully discard the bindings of society’s labels.
I enthusiastically debunk the myths of right and wrong.
I am all that I have ever been and more that I’m yet to know.
I am growing, evolving, changing; bursting forth from the shadows.
I will be free. I will be me.
You can call me he.
This post originally appeared on our first site, dis-spelling.org.uk in 2018