Category: Poetry

Who is the one that you are?

Are they near

Or are they far?

What has kept you from finding them?

I would guess that it is fear.

Do you really want to live your life for someone else,

Giving up parts of yourself with nothing in return?

Instead, why not be true,

instead of letting your heart and mind constantly churn

With thoughts, hopes, and dreams, of what you wish you could be,

Let your being fly free.

The ones that matter

Won’t mind

And the ones that mind

Will scatter.

You are given but one life to live

(As far as we know)

Why would you make it all a show?

I am done with the Hypocrisy,

No longer making a mockery

Of who I am,

And living a sham.

Won’t you join me

In being free?

Vanquished, lying in the dirt,
No more energy left.
Unable to give any more to his facade
made of dreams, wishes, and ideals.

Totally bereft,
And done with the lies of his God
of times past.

Arising from the corpse,
She emerges at last.
She cannot hide herself anymore,
no matter the consequences,
She is who he truly was at his core.

She is finally able to be seen and heard,
Even with the pain and controversy,
She may face, simply for existing.

It took her decades to be strong enough,
and rise to the top, and speak a word,
To finally break out, despite his resisting.

Is it truly living
To be a person cloaked in masks of fear?
It will all be made clear.

Removing the armor of a lifetime
will take more strength than he had,
but she is stronger than he ever thought.

Her life may be fraught,
With struggle, pain, and debates
on whether she truly ought
to be allowed

To Live.
To Love.
To Be Free.
To be Me.

This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about the last year, and coming to terms that I am a Transgender Woman. Hope that you enjoy (Copyright 2019 under Creative Commons).

Am I right
In taking flight?

In being true to myself
I have had to break the old
Conceptions of what is true
And Be Bold.

Destroying Ideas of what I thought
And rebuilding myself through and through.
The final product can’t be bought,
Except with blood, sweat, and tears
Facing fears
That I didn’t even know existed
So many feelings and emotions…
Too many to be listed.
Pain, loneliness, despair,
Joy, peace, contentment

All of these and more running through the air,
I finally feel free
To be me
What dreams may come
I do not know
Finally taking myself out from under the thumb
Of what I should be, and look like.

This has been coming to a head,
Since I was a little tyke.
I can finally let the shackles of dread
Fall from my psyche.

I can conclusively say
That I was living myself as a shadow
Version of my true self.
That person was real
Don’t get me wrong,
But not the same as who she became on the morrow.
No longer so much weighing down on his brow.

Who am I to become, I do not know,
But I do know that now I can grow.

I was stuck,
Pretending to be moving forward,
When, in all actuality,
I was burning and charred,
Not far from Shao Kahn announcing, “Fatality!”

Floundering, lost in an ocean of confusion,
But safe and protected
Because I now have a vision
Of what direction in which to travel
Allowing the false image to finally unravel.

Being helped on the path by a team
That does not understand,
But is there to help me find my dream…
And wherever it may land.