An Open Letter To The Universe

I wish for a place, not just for me – but for everyone who has to hide a part of themselves because it isn’t safe

It isn’t safe to be yourself.

I wish for a place where we can just be.

Just be ourselves and not be scared of what’s to come. Of who would get to know, of who would do something, of something that might slip out. I wish for a place where love isn’t something to whisper, where existence isn’t an act of defiance.

A place where fear doesn’t lurk in the corners of our joy, where our identities aren’t secrets we carry like heavy stones in our chests. I dream of a space where we can breathe without second-guessing, where we don’t have to glance over our shoulders before reaching for the hand we want to hold.

I wish to be open about my passions, my love, and myself without feeling that underlying fear.

I dream of being married to someone who my family, her family, or the society would not approve of. I dream of marrying her without having to think of all of that.

Without being scared. I dream of a place for our kids.

I dream of a home. I wish for a place.

I wish for a day when we won’t have to be so scared.

I wish for a day when we could just be.

I dream. I dream, I wish, and I hope; because that’s all I can do.

Yours Queerly,

Serene