Transitioning

I am a thousand broken shards of glass
re-forming to a will not quite my own
I'm losing both my future and my past

My feet are heavy, slowly gaining mass
though all the rest of me has come unsewn
I am a thousand broken shards of glass

My life will move and change and fall too fast
Until I tell myself - how you have grown!
I'm losing both my future and my past.

I will not change. It is too much to ask.
My spirit has been stripped to brittle bone
I am a thousand broken shards of glass

The things I fear may never come to pass
The thrill, the fear, the hope of the unknown
I'm losing both my future and my past

I shiver and I stutter and I moan
And one bright flash, my life, my world is gone
I am a thousand broken shards of glass
losing both my future and my past.


Making the decision to physically transition is one of the scariest things I have ever done in my life. It's also been one of the most freeing. I haven't started hormones, but I feel more comfortable in my body just knowing that I have the option. There will be several posts on this, but for now, I leave you with this poem.