Does it matter?

Does it matter that I pick my nose sometimes?
or that I don’t like spicy food?
or that I can eat a whole pack of biscuits in one sitting?

Does it matter that sometimes I’m too scared to go out of the house?
or face up to who I am?
or even get out of my own bed in the morning?

Does it matter that I don’t like football?
but could watch rugby all day?

Does it matter that I’m gay?

Does it matter there are days I have no more to give?
No reason to carry on, to continue to live?

Does it matter that my pride overflows?
From memories, from friends and colleagues and strangers
thanks, goals achieved, mountains – real? – climbed.

Does it matter?
Do my feelings matter?
Do I matter?

Days come, days go.
Some lonely, some no.

Days come, days go.
Some with hate, some with love.
Mostly from me, sometimes from you?

Does it matter?

Do my feelings matter?
Like a dragon inside.

Do I matter?

Do I matter?


As always, if you like the poem – or if you don’t – please leave a comment. Thanks.

Mat 🙂

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