An Impossible Dream?

Each day

My sorrow grows

When I look

At myself

In the mirror.

Feeling like

Frankenstein's monster

Neither fully male

Nor female

For my body.

Rather

Somewhere

Inbetween.

Never able

To have children

Without risking the health

Of myself

And the child.

Every passing day

The odds grow worse

With my age

And diabetes.

And yet

I still dream

Of having my body

Matching my soul

Some day.

Author's Note

Written, November 26, 2014.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and emotional ride in the poem. I like the honest thoughts and wants. A healthy body is wanted by us. Many other options. A lot of kids need a good person to show love and care. Always a place for a loving person in this world. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Coyote

[therisa]

Thank you, Coyote, for your kind and generous review. Two of my 26 cousins, are adopted and their lives, are filled with much love and joy, from the entire family.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was raised in foster home and raised three step-children. I consider my kids. Always room for people who have love and kindness to give.

[therisa]

Am scared, I'll that take out my anger on them, like my abusers, did to me. I know, when Squeak and Venus (two of my three cats), first lived with me, I was petrified with fear, this would happened, but didn't. One's reaction to a cat, is totally different to that of a child, and this fear haunts me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Animals are similar to human. Need food,love and attention. I became a better grandfather than father. I learned patience. All we do is our best.

[therisa]

I know, Coyote.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is such an achingly real piece. It is people like you, Therisa, with your courage, and yes, it is courage, who will change the world. I was brought up Catholic, with no tolerance or understanding towards transgender issues and homosexuality. That which I was told is a sin I do not believe to be so, for no one would choose the road most difficult. You are on that road because God put you on it, to teach us all a lesson. Anyone who opens their hearts and lifts off the blinders can see that there is not one simple path but many paths for many reasons, and what matters, at the end of the day, is the truth in our hearts.

[therisa]

Thank you, KL. Your words mean a lot, to me. But your poetry is, an act of courage, inspiring others, there is hope and a future beyond the abuse, we have faced. Think, at times, I'm just too stubborn, to realize my impact upon others,