Here Him.

Here Him.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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How the Irish teenager of 1997 thought of his coming out!

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A single nugget be a group of groups,
An Irish four become from three,
Typical flow of numbers yet thwarted,
A shaken and solid family they be.

The baby child did grow fast,
Lifetime of thoughts now known,
The scorned Mother still happy,
A strong bond is now shown.

Crazy traits fly to his surface,
Secrets once hidden now open,
Deep regret and sorrow with his maker,
Silenced his sol now the token.

Gates of hell invite this way,
Good intentions encrusted and closed,
Habits recur at his fear,
Smiling faces always posed.

No miracle ending a story,
Words suddenly have no meaning,
Lets Stop it all with a tear,
Until the next time in a reading.

© 2011 Thomas Fitzgerald


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Compartment 114
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Author's Note

Thomas Fitzgerald
A tribute to the frightened boy I once was.

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I don't know. World is a little better. But we have along way to go. I believe negative lead to no-where. Kids are taught to be strong and stand their ground. In my days of youth. Hard for people to show emotion and who they were. The poem is amazing. Your words always direct and to the point. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


glad you came out strong and proud. very nice write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


True acceptance begins with the acceptance of self and that comes with those most intimate to us. Blessed be the mother that does not scorn. The miracle is in being YOU.

Posted 12 Years Ago


it seems as if your a confident man looking back on a trouble boy, this one has real truth.

Posted 13 Years Ago


One of my favorites amongst your creations..!!!

Wonderful :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


the most difficult thing to do in life is be yourself under criticism. your peom ios a testament to that and it also transcends sexuality. Nice work

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm glad you found the courage. There is no greater tragedy than living one's life as a lie, being untrue to ourselves. To quote Frankenfurter here, "Dont' dream it, be it"

Posted 13 Years Ago


Again good unpretentious work, thoughtful and with alot of sentiment. Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I may be running along the wrong lines but I am thinking this is about coming into your own and no longer accepting what has been taught as the stone cold truth......excellent piece Thomas.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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