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Community Conversation => Transsexual talk => Male to female transsexual talk (MTF) => Topic started by: tgirlamg on March 19, 2017, 12:19:13 PM

Title: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: tgirlamg on March 19, 2017, 12:19:13 PM
Hey All,

Just wanted to share some words with you...

I love this stanza from Walt Whitman's "Song of the Open Road" ... I think it conveys the power of a journey of self discovery... Finding ones purpose and finding one's place both in the world and amongst others....onward we go my brave sisters!!! :)

Ashley :)

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: Gertrude on March 19, 2017, 12:33:29 PM
By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?



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Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: tgirlamg on March 19, 2017, 08:36:57 PM
Quote from: Gertrude on March 19, 2017, 12:33:29 PM
By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?



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Very nice Gertrude!.... In my case... It exploded.... In a good way!!!!.... BOOM!!!!! .... Out of chaos comes order....

Onward we go!!!!

Ashley :)
Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: Dankster on March 20, 2017, 01:34:12 PM
Not sure if this counts as poetry but I wrote it a few years ago on another forum.

I've spent most of my life sleeping, so I could dream of the person that I wanted to be.
Now that I've begun looking for that person, I can no longer sleep.
There is not a second to waste.
Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: tgirlamg on March 20, 2017, 02:20:54 PM
Quote from: Dankster on March 20, 2017, 01:34:12 PM
Not sure if this counts as poetry but I wrote it a few years ago on another forum.

I've spent most of my life sleeping, so I could dream of the person that I wanted to be.
Now that I've begun looking for that person, I can no longer sleep.
There is not a second to waste.

I LOVE it Dankster!!!!.... Time takes on a new and precious nature when we discover what our lives can be...

Onward we go!!!

Ashley :)
Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: Dankster on March 20, 2017, 04:16:24 PM
Quote from: tgirlamc on March 20, 2017, 02:20:54 PM
I LOVE it Dankster!!!!.... Time takes on a new and precious nature when we discover what our lives can be...

Onward we go!!!

Ashley :)

Thank you and yes! It's so crazy. Four years ago, before I started hrt, I was so depressed because I feared that I would never be the person I wanted to be, that I'd never reach my full potential. So, instead of living life, I'd be in my bedroom all day, laying in bed because at least then I could dream what my life could be life if I was a girl. I would literally lay in bed for 12 hours a day and dream. Then, when I finally had enough and started hrt, something kicked in. I didn't want to be alone by myself anymore; I didn't want to waste my like sleeping. I wanted to go and socialize with the world. That led to me going out and becoming a very social person and learning new things about myself that I would have never thought possible. Though I'm not the person I want to be yet, I'm a lot closer and happier. I love life now.
Title: Re: Poetry For Your Journey...
Post by: tgirlamg on March 20, 2017, 04:32:48 PM
Hi Dankster

Yes... Much of this is about our being able to connect to others and the rest of the world as our true self...  How could we ever have been truly loved before when we always hid who we were?My relationships are so very deep now.... There are so many sides to this journey ... Much of it is spiritual... The quest to place ourselves in a place in our lives where we can genuinely give and receive Love!

Onward we go!!!

Ashley :)