There Was a Child Went Forth | A Poem by Walt Whitman

April 30 - I remember the feeling after class on January 29, 1993. I was free for the first time in my human life to be me. And all because of the poem, "There Was a Child Went Forth" by Walt Whitman. This poem is very literally a threshold I stepped through as the crabby old professor read it in a Life and Letters U.S. History Class and I came out of class that afternoon no longer afraid to be myself. I am ever grateful and am reminded of it daily when I see the tattoo of white clover on my left arm. There's additional meaning with the clover as the image I chose to represent this poem on my body, but that story's for another time.