Question

~Poem~

Fireproof Jacket.

Answer 1

Fireproof Jacket

I don’t know how to start this.
I fear I’m gonna ramble.
But I guess that’s okay.

I don’t know how to explain this feeling—
like this body isn’t mine,
like I was placed into it by mistake,
as if my soul took a wrong turn on the way to being born.
And for as long as I can remember,
I have worn this flesh like an ill-fitting disguise,
tugging at the seams, hoping it might stretch,
might settle, might feel like home.
But it never did.

So I ignored it.
Ignored the way it felt wrong,
like a song played in the wrong key,
like a prayer spoken with a trembling voice,
like something broken that only I could hear.
And I bore it in silence.

But I tried.
God knows I’ve tried.

I prayed for it to stop,
for it to leave my body.
I begged for a miracle, for a sign,
for God’s hands to reach down and make me whole.
And when silence was all I received,
I took matters into my own hands.
I took a blade and cut my skin and flesh,
hoping whatever was inside me would seep out,
that the wrongness would spill from my veins,
that I could bleed myself into something holy.
But it never did.

And then I fell in love.
You know?
The kind of love that makes you believe
you could finally belong somewhere.
But I stayed in the shadows,
silent while the man I adored
spoke of people like me as wicked,
as if he wasn’t holding one in his arms.
I let him love the version of me he could stomach,
the version of me that would not make him flinch.
And in doing so, I buried myself deeper.
But silence can only last so long.
It became loud.
The war inside me, the endless questions,
the gnawing fear of my own reflection.
So I turned to scripture.
I read, and read, and read—
searching for a cure,
desperate for proof that I was making a mistake,
that I could unfeel what I had felt my whole life.
Because how could I betray the very thing I grew up on?
How could I stand before my Creator and say,
“You made me wrong.”

So I tried to choose salvation over truth.
Faith over flesh.
A promised destiny over what I knew best.
But I do not know what waits for me in the afterlife.
I do not know if there is a place for someone like me
in the kingdom I was taught to long for.

So when I finally pass away,
when I take my last breath,
when you see me lying in my casket,
make sure I’m wearing a fireproof jacket.
Because the person I want to be
won’t land me in heaven.

Answer 2

its fye

Answer 3

i think its really good. maybe space out the paragraphs a little bit more. i love it though.

Answer 4

noice

Answer 5

wow this is amazinggg!

Answer 6

❤️

Answer 7

this is good