The Journey

I started my journey
Seeking answers to questions
Which longed to be settled
By my questing soul.

Of questions like
Who am I
What do I want from life
And how do I get there?

Unsure but knowing
My answers lie
Outside of society’s view
Of what a woman is.

Occasionally stumbling
Over roots and loose rocks
As I blaze
My own path forward.

Every once in awhile
Forced to stop and heal
My cuts and bruises
Accumulated upon my body.

Knowing I am
One step closer
To the goals
That I seek answers for.

Discovering hidden strengths
I never realize I had
Within myself
During moments of crisis.

As I climb the mountains
Seeking the most secure footing
One careful placement
After another.

Standing
Upon the mountain’s zenith
I turn my glaze backwards
Over the terrain covered.

Seeing how far
I have come
Since I started this sojourn
Of mine.

Realizing
My genetic male body
Is but one stop
In my life’s cycle.

As I slowly
Transitions into a woman
Filled with love and compassion
For the people around me.

Author's Note

This poem is the result of a friend challenging me, to write a conventional style free verse poem, with positive imaginery, in it.

Reviews

[Britt Foster]

This is a lovely poem! Very well-written. It captures a lot of emotion and is brimming with meaning. I like the words you used, too. Beautifully done.

My best friend is a M-to-F transsexual, too, so I definitely understand the pain behind the whole situation.

Keep up the great work!

[Frank F. Atanacio]

Just remember GOD makes little green apples... and they too are perfect right? great stuff here--

[Brian Kraklau]

i love it, full of hopeful truth, and the proof of great talent