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Tears come when I'm alone

Started by Melody Maia, January 03, 2012, 12:27:29 AM

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Melody Maia

So I wrote the following poem on the flight home from dropping off my son. I was understandably in a dark mood. I hope you all can forgive me that and the rough state of theI poem.

5 weeks to go to SRS.

The tears are always there
Just below the surface of my smile
They are my daytime companion
And my most reliable bedfellow

They mostly come when I'm alone
In the middle of the night
Spilling onto my pillow
In the shower after my day
Mingling with the cleansing water
Behind sunglasses at bridge
As I wave at the guests passing by

I weep for the pain I have caused
For lives forever changed
My son and former wife
My mother and my sisters
Family and friends
Who can never truly understand why
The confusion or desperation
The absolute need to change
Or the grief I feel
As I take away their son, dad, husband, brother and friend

I cry for the little boy I was
Isolated
Ignored
Confused
Alone
Misunderstood
And for the girl I never was
Female in not just spirit
But in body and form
A trusted Sister
Secret keeper and a BFF
Free to love and be loved

I wish the tears brought relief
The good cry that heals
A great spasm of grief
Released and then forgotten
But they always return
Preceded by melancholy
And followed by exhaustion

I don't know how
Or from where the strength comes
To hold on and keep going
Wake up and face the new day
I simply do
So I put on my smile
And try to think happy thoughts
As I bring magic and pixie dust
To the life of others
And struggle to bring it to my own

I have hope it will get better
That the pain will stop
And I will be happy
Female
Complete
Until that day
The tears mark the time
And keep me company
and i know that i'm never alone
and i know that my heart is my home
Every missing piece of me
I can find in a melody



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mixie

Wow you know,  first it's a beautiful poem,  but I was all set to sort of give you a chin up speech about how you are creating a beautiful future and that your son will be a much more loving and aware person.   But then you know I saw the part where you weep for your old guy self and how he's gone.  I've seen that in a lot of situations and I think it is very noble for you to address that grieving process.   Sending you much love.
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Lily

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Melody Maia

and i know that i'm never alone
and i know that my heart is my home
Every missing piece of me
I can find in a melody



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Catherine Sarah

Maia,

Thank you for those beautiful, gut wrenching words of raw honesty. A rare quality not often seen in today's society. It just highlights your extraordinary character. This type of honesty doesn't require an apology, it demands an accolade.

Thank you for the magic and pixie dust. It helps. It works – to a degree

I have yet to travel that road of despair. Decimating  the lives of those near and dear. It's the price I have to pay for the heinous crime of masquerading as a man, that I'm not. Never have been. The lying, the cheating, the embezzlement and theft of everyone's trust and love. I doubt whether I can ever be forgiven.

I learnt in Science classes all those many years ago, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. You are traveling through some dark times at the moment, which forces science to grant you some amazing enlightened times. Look into the eyes of those that have gone before us, and you'll see it's true. That has to include those dark times you had as a child. -  Science is never wrong.

I view my transition as the death of Paul. Therefore there must be a grieving process somewhere along the line. Maybe it's what you may be experiencing. Who knows. It's all individual.

You yourself said, you have the strength. Hang in there Maia and keeping going as you will. There are a lot of people here standing in the gap for you. You are very much appreciated and LOVED.

Be safe, well and happy
Lotsa hugs
Catherine




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spacial

Thank you Maia. It really is a beautiful and heartfelt piece.
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Susan Baum

Melody,

May your Dark Times and Grief be but memories as you emerge into the Light. 

The tears are always there
Just below the surface of my smile
They are my daytime companion
And my most reliable bedfellow


Exquisite. 

Susan
Aging is inevitable - growing up is optional.
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Joanna

Oh Maia what a beautiful poem.

I can relate to what you have written.  I was not a father or a husband, I was a son, a partner, a brother and an uncle.
Although our routes are different we are all travelling to a similar goal.  We do experience these emotional feelings and often the hormones sharpen the edges and make things all the more raw.

I go through periods of crying and feeling tearful.  It can last for a few days at a time and the heartache is so bad.  Guilt is a terrible feeling.  I have shocked myself at the tears that fall and how easily they come now.  I am hoping that over time I get a better grip on my emotions.

Its unfortunate that as we travel this road and experience terrible feelings of guilt, stress, confusion and anxiety.  The very treatment we take makes us all the more vulnerable and open to these emotions.  It is a vicious circle.
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