Preface: Snowflakes
Harmonia’s chapter 1
~ Trigger Warning ~ For lack of understanding within families; conversion therapy
Snowflakes madly swirling
Dancing in the dark
Whiteness landing upon my bare skin with biting
Cold, one after another until I quake
Shake, and shiver all alone
Thrown out, abandoned
"Jeremiah!" My father yelled, as he abandoned
Any pretense of calm, arms swirling
As he moved to throw me outdoors, alone
Into the inky midnight's dark
He kept my clothes, so here I quake
While the snowflakes continue their biting
The cold is sharp, but it's the bite
Of his words that make me feel abandoned
So I shake, shiver, and quake
My ebony body curled amid the swirling
Blizzard, atop the splintering picnic table in the dark
My buttocks freezing to the tabletop, alone
If only I were not so alone
If only people's words were not so biting
If only the days and nights were not so dark
If only I did not feel so abandoned
If only these snowflakes would stop swirling
If only my entire universe had not undergone a quake
Conversion therapy caused me to quake
The priests and pastors made me feel alone
Telling me I was dirty and wrong, ‘til emotions swirling
I felt the depths of their words biting
Scarring psyche and soul; I was abandoned
All alone in the basement room in the dark
But now I sit out in the dark
For I failed to reform, so I quake;
It's outside in winter I've been abandoned
My family threw me out here naked and alone
And these snowflakes on my skin are biting
I’m only seventeen, yet I need to be reborn; my emotions are swirling.
In the dark, call me Harmonia and I'll be swirling
Into joy, no need to quake, nothing biting
No longer abandoned, I'll be me; alive and alone.
Chapter One: On the Road
Harmonia’s chapter 2
Closing the door, I set my leather purse on the floor,
With a twist of my wrist, Consuela, my 1985 Celica Supra purrs to life,
Everything I own is in the back seat
As it has been since the morning I left home
With what I was allowed to carry out, the one paper grocery sack
Weighty with my piggy bank, art supplies, toiletries, and dreams
For a future free to be Harmonia. My dreams
Included not ever waking up again on the floor,
After being struck down by daddy's little gunny sack
Of birdshot. Think lead-filled tube sock, swung hard; that's no life
For me. That's not a place to call home,
Not really. Though I did. Now it's the back seat
Of my trusty, rusty car. It's no smooth bench but her back seat
Will do. It's where I rest and hatch my dreams
Under the glittering stars in this Walmart parking lot, my home
For tonight. I keep my valuables on the floor
Under my coat. Those sketchbooks are my life's
Journal, and the pencils, charcoal, and Cray-pas in the sack
Are my lifeline, my link to sanity. The bulging sack
Hunkers beside the sketchbooks, now stacked separately, as I lie across the back seat
Trying to find a comfortable position. I tell myself, "Life
Is funny in how it allows you to finally realize dreams."
I think back to waking up on or just getting up from the floor,
So many times. Thanks parents, I think, I'm glad to be shed of your "home."
Now I've got to think about more than just this mobile home,
Find a well-paying job from which I won't get the sack
Perhaps find a friend with a roof who'll let me sleep on the floor.
For some nights it gets so cold in this back seat
That images of icicles and icebergs dominate my dreams.
Even the quilted picnic blanket from the hatchback isn't enough to warm life
Into this not-well-padded body. Which, I might add, is a work of art. No, life
Is doing her best to keep my journey interesting. And, home
Is wherever Consuela and I park for the night, where dreams
Are dreamt as the stars pass in the night sky. My sack
Of groceries, mostly sardines and crackers, some trail mix and dried fruit, is on the back seat.
Wonder how long before I need to shop again? Last I recall, the bank, now safe on the floor
Held $97.13. Can I fund dreams with that? Or should I look to the sack
To fuel my new life, where nights make the back seat
Home, a shelter where I safely don't ever wake up on the floor.