Butterfly Dreams

To live the freedom of myself and every other transperson.

Oh
How I long to be
Free of this mortal prison
Which I was born
Into.

Truly
Know the freedom
Which my soul
Craves.

Unshackled
From the limitations
That genetics
And society have
Imposed on people
Like myself.

Smiling
As I spread my wings
And fly around
In your loving embrace
Knowing
I am safe.

Free
Of the diseases
Which chokes society
With it's toxicity
And lethal nature.

As
The wind blows
Over my velvety
Wings.

Author's Note

Orginally written June 22, 2012.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the idea of velvety wings. A very nice poem...:)...............

[therisa]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:).................

[SHEEMA HUQ]

A good, lucid piece, here Therisa, I sense your anxed yearnings to completely free yourself from the incarceration of your predicament, of societal prejudice, time heals, and there is always hope for your situation to improve endlessly, best wishes.

[therisa]

Thank you, Sheema, but there are times, which I find myself, struggling to accept this.

[icelandicblue]

This is absolutely beautiful. Such delicate imagery and strong. To be free from this mortal coil, to fly and while doing so feel the blanket of safety protecting you. Just a truly lovely piece.

[therisa]

Thank you, Ms Blue. Only wished, I had more days, which I felt like this.

[Moon]

Beautiful ! It is truely sad how people in our world can be pleased by putting down others simply because they are different . This world who be a better place if people would become more accepting of others .