The Border

You can't see it

A line drawn

In the sand

And upon maps

But it exists.

Many have died

Trying to defend it

Or to crossover

For a better life.

Physically

The distance is short

Measured in millimeters

But mentally

It stretches

Forever.

Especially

When one approaches

The gender divide.

Making the move

Which forever

Changes one's life

In ways

Never thought of.

And

Not always

In the positive.

A journey

One explores themself

Down to

Their very core

Of existence.

As they are

Forced to face

A new reality

Where everything is

Different.