and a PERSONAL NOTE
A winding road the journey is to me
guidance, remote but sure
Is teaching me I see
worlds living side by side
My conscience versus hunger
I sometimes have to wonder
is perfection, ideals personified
The other deviation, "but I am me!" I cry
lying separate belie their unity
And at their end a union, a wholeness that is me ...
© 2005 Miike
I live in Wales, and I am writing to thank BENT
for providing a valuable space where difference is not only
accepted but promoted, allowing people like me to feel greater
I've been tetraplegic since I broke my neck
in a car crash in 1994. When I was eleven years old a helper
sexually assaulted me at my local scout group in South London,
an experience that prompted me to suppress my true sexuality
for twenty years. For all that time my belief in God coexisted
with my belief that my feelings for men were evil, a conflict
that caused me untold misery.
My poem is about inner conflict and the resolution
I have found since I came out in 2004.
I was unhappy to read the news that there would
be no March issue of BENT. I hope my contribution is one small
way to help BENT flourish, otherwise what forum will there be
for a marginalized part of society like ours? I hope other readers
will write for BENT as well.