He is Awake

a poem about the female-to-male transition process, and about identities and masks and how people are always changing. About figuring out who you really are.

We are always changing

to the pulse of new life

the dark rain falling

in these tremoring times

redefining

reforming

a whole new world

lies buried underneath

mask upon mask

pealing the layers, cinging the skin,

we are always changing,

pulsing, breathing, hearts dark and beating,

reforming, transforming, changing to the rhythm

of who he was always meant to be

 

We are always changing

as this dark rain falls

under the strange glow of the moon

that lights up the night

in a pale white glow

he walks in the night

ready and waiting

changing

mask upon mask

identity chafing identity

and never falling

changing, falling, get up and keep going

mask upon mask

pealing off the layers

old flesh burns

he sings

he screams

he is awake.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

I actually loved this piece very well written

[George Love]

Almost sounds like a tribut epeom to "Jason" from Friday the 13th, especially the mask upon mask line. Dark, chilling and well done!

[MarcoftheBeast]

an absolutely fascinating dark piece.... it feels like trying to get out of something or someone that you detest to be...? great work kaden.