Becoming Me - a poem by SarahEL
This may sound obvious, my introspection,
Before transition, my fear's reflection.
Massive worry, what would it mean?
In futures, fears and others' scene.
Sure in gender, never a doubt,
Yet fear was mine from others' clout.
Their insecurities, opinions weighed,
Stopped choices for life I should have made.
Now I think, my life's improved,
Not wanting to end it; a mood removed.
Living as a me, feeling right,
Normal for once, in day and night.
At peace is a better description,
Releasing control from their restriction.
If I've learned one thing, it's this truth:
Being yourself is a fountain of youth.
Those who don't accept, never knew,
The real person that was truly you.
Small-minded phobic's, lacking grace,
Cannot empathize your place.
Those who no longer show love's sign,
Never loved the real design.
Better without them, though it may sting,
In the long run, more pain they'd bring.
Head held high, facing the gust,
Being me, in self I trust.
Paid the costs, worth every bit,
the Smile on my face proves it.
