Waiting for the wind to change
Her mind to rearrange a stranger
Whose face is fear, flashes of death and danger
Presiding inside hallowed halls of bathroom stalls
An image, shattered glass shards, a life apart from all that was
With ease and simple pleasures
To wander freely in the night, to speak
Without the need to make it a fight for my right to exist
Every conversation twisted in metaphysic diction
Precluding real contributions
Alone in despair my heart turns colder
Hardened, bitter and getting older
Facing new troubles as my old ones catch up to me
What once was the potential to do anything, now’s a wasted opportunity
Facts remain in the face of new terminology
The skin of my teeth is wearing thin
Eyes swollen shut betray the shame within each loaded phrase
Thickening the haze that I wear like a garment alone in despair
Waiting for the winds to change
About the Author
Morrigan Bonegardener is a first-year creative writing student at Selkirk College in Castlegar, and a Queer, Transgender Woman whose writing style and voice reflect her lived experience. She lives with her husband, two dogs, cat, bird, and fish on the traditional, ancestral and unceded territory of the Sinixt Peoples.
