A poem to my sister

Cyn.

I am so happy for you, swelled up with tears realising you had told her about you!

 

Cookie! 🙂

Thanks JEssica! I am pleasantly surprised at he open acceptance. SO far I have been quite fortunate in he reactions of those I have told!

A beautiful poem Cyn. I just realised that I did not commented when I first read it.

Having that acceptance makes it so much easier to move on in life. Best wishes to you both.

🙂

Thanks Jane ! I always appreciate comments especially from a prolific author such as yourself!

2016_poets corner: skippy1965(Cynthia) original post: 

For oh so many years I felt as lonely as could be-

The secret burden weighed me down and drove me to my knee.

The female soul inside of me was screaming to come out

But fear of your reactions filled my heart with so much doubt.

If I revealed that inner girl who hid within the shell

Trapped deep within the manly life-a special kind of Hell;

I risked the loss of everyone who might not understand

Why anyone would give up living as an ordinary man.

They can’t imagine how it feels to be so out of place

To act as though I didn’t care for beauty and for grace.

The girl inside me cringed at times at jokes that she would hear

From boys who laughed and ridiculed and say that she was queer.

As years went by, I learned to hide all signs of who I was-

I had to watch so carefully each action just because

To show the female side of me in any little ways

Could mean a life of solitude for my remaining days

But recently, I came to feel that I could wait no more.

I had to let the girl within to come into the fore.

No longer would she be content to dwell within the night

For she deserved to boldly step into the morning light.

And so she started telling folks about her deepest soul

And slowly oh slowly she was starting to feel whole.

But there were those she feared would not accept this side of her

And so she hesitated opening up to her sister.

But then as fate would have it, you were able to find out

And though my greatest fear had been that you would scream and shout,

Instead you were accepting and embraced me with a kiss

And let me know you didn’t mind your ‘bro’ was now your ‘sis’!

Now whether I transition is a choice to still be made

Or if I stay the way I am- a part time comely maid.

No matter what I know that I won’t walk that pat alone.

My sister will be there with me to make me feel at home.

So thank you sis for loving me no matter who I am

And calling me by name or by the pronoun sir or ma’am!

I am so blessed to have you that my heart still swells with pride

That you ignore the outer shell and love the one inside!