"For I am me, and so much more."

My questions have no home,
they lack a mate, or even a death.
My inspiration lies on the desert ground,
thirsty for life, and starved for creation.
My love drowns in the winters muddy puddles,
desperate for sincere arms and warm hearts.
My faith hangs in the back closet,
bleeding for redemption, and begging for truth.
My mind is at war with its struggling sanity,
pleading for a break in this ongoing storm-
but losing flight like a punctured hot air balloon.
My sexuality suffocates my identity,
it's complicated in a Mozart's kind of way-
praying for security in a question of morality.
I am me, and so much more.
A life long battle, with questions of a victory-
who ever wins any war?
I cannot do this without help...and for my bones cannot be the only ones that bare this burden.
My epiphany is the strength I've always had.
The time has come, once again-
for it to sing its song, and make it's declaration;
"For I am me, and so much more."