It goes against my upbringing

To allow myself to dream,

To imagine what if

You were really mine

And a part of my life

In every sense.

I have fought hard

To deny my feelings,

Working myself

Into a neurotic lather

In vain efforts

To turn my back on you.

But you know what?

Someone, a trusted friend,

Has assured me that

There is nothing wrong

With how I feel,

That it is, in fact, healthy,

Much healthier than stressing

Over something so natural

As being a woman

Attracted to a man,

So I’ve decided that,

For however long it lasts,

I’m going to allow myself

To relax, and

To quietly

Dream.