GlassA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierGlass
If the meaning in the words escape intrusion, and a thoughtful tone sets glass ideals in motion, it is the indignity of standing in space unprepared for years, that causes cancer.
The bright peacocks fan, with one dead feather for every live three, it’s the searching that’s done the most harm.
Being that as it may.
One right turn and the light is on again, there will be fun downtown tonight!
How to get there is all, wondering. Just as confusing.
Letting in the sun doesn’t make it a sunny day, a break in the clouds is more likely.
And a good life leads not into the anchor of the ship, but the patchwork of the soul. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier
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Added on December 11, 2009 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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