...To reflect on my trans narrative. It's so hard these days, because every little thing I see reminds me of the feminine form I feel that I should be.
I watched animated smoke billow from a ships steam pipe and its curves drew me into my place of inner agony.
Here goes:
All my life. All this sorrow.
Unidentified.
So much jealously. So much pain.
All for one want.
One hope.
To be the feminine form.
I see it in all things. This is the pain that has accompanied me.
This is that overwhelming, lurking sadness that has walked with me for my entire existence.
Identified, but unarticulated until now.
I am a woman in the deepest, most meaningful part of my existence.
It is terrifying to think of developing any further along the path of men.
I must rectify my corporeal form to accompany my soul in life.
Anyway, not really verse, but it conveys the profound sense of sorrow that I feel so regularly.
Hmm. It is OK to feel this way.
I must take action!
That is nice. Thank you.
*Hmm. It is OK to feel this way*
Oh yes..... and it's a feeling that all of us that are or have been MtF have had to conquer and deal with...
Nice poem'ie thoughts so thanks for that....
And maybe you should enter this?
http://www.calamuspoets.org/contest.html (http://www.calamuspoets.org/contest.html)
Cheers
Auntie C
Very nice, Alia.
Thanks for sharing.
Nice girl! I love it! And good to see you on here too =)