Undiscovered Country

An old poem from my poetic vault. Written some time around 2007 to 2009.

Radio plays in the background;

Middle-aged woman in transition;

Sits on a bed;

Contemplating how her life has changed over the past five years;

Amazed;

Yet, frightened at the same time.

 

Her willingness to toss everything aside;

Financial security;

Job;

Family connection,

Even, her birth gender;

To pursuit her happiness.

 

 

Following a dream, which society doesn't truly understands;

Facing built-in societal barriers;

Born male, always a male;

Even, if that means emotional and psychological distress;

Marginalized to the edge of the edge;

Hoping, she'll disappear.

 

 

Oh, it's a fade;

He'll grow tired of it, soon;

Realizing the errors of his ways;

Come to his senses, before its too late;

Never realizing, the price has already been paid;

In her physical and psychological health.

 

 

Breaking away from the pack;

Seeking her own path of healing;

Travelling through new territory;

Facing new and unfamiliar risks;

But, offering so many rewards, too;

Truly, an undiscovered country.

Author's Note

Sigh. I cringe, when I see, how raw and different, my writing style is now, compared to then.

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[TL Boehm]

Oh, it's a fade;
He'll grow tired of it, soon;
Realizing the errors of his ways;
Come to his senses, before its too late;
Never realizing, the price has already been paid;
In her physical and psychological health.

It IS so interesting how our styles change over time and what we thought was good makes us cringe. I think this was a wonderful 'Real' poem - the part above especially. Its how the world often sees a person - they write the person off.

[therisa]

You know, Tammy, I see the typo in the first verse, which should be "fad", instead of "fade". And yes, society does get very judgmental when a person doesn't fit into the perceived hole that has developed over time.