Ophelia After All

by Racquel Marie

I don’t feel relief, not exactly. There isn’t a massive weight lifted off my chest. Because I realize this is something I’ll have to do for the rest of my life, correct the assumption my heart belongs to boys, and boys alone. I’ll never stop coming out.

I may doubt the truths of the world, but never again will I doubt whether or not the person that I am, or may be, is loved or worthy of love. I know myself, and I don’t. Both can be true.