Transgender thoughts on a winters day

The winter sky was gray and cold-it never seemed so bleak.
It matched the way she felt inside-so tiny and so meek.
The colors once so vivid had slowly lost their hue
The sun that once had ruled her life had faded from her view.

She longed to free her inner soul-to break the chains that bound
Her often hidden female soul that rarely came around.
The winter winds-they chilled her as she pondered on her fate
Forbidden to express herself because of people’s hate.

If only they could see the joy when ere she was set free
To show the world the woman that she knew that she should be.
Uncovered by the hardened shell that life had dealt her hand,
The sweet and gentle soul that lived inside the outer man.

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The love she longed to give and take-it overflowed her heart
And tried to find the one she felt could be her counterpart.
It mattered not to her the form her future partner took.
It was their heart that counted not the way that person looked.

She wanted someone who could be her true and lifelong friend,
While sharing deeper feelings that she hoped would never end.
The loneliness that she had felt for lo these many years
Could finally be banished as she put away her fears.

So as the snow began to fall, so soft and gently white,
It slowly covered up the hurt and made the future bright.
The hopeless feelings that had once consumed herself with fear
Gave way to optimism that this time it was HER year.

The snow was just a metaphor-of life become so new
The purity of those white flakes her purpose it renewed.
No longer would she let the world deny what she should be-
The person God intended and she knew she now was free!

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skippy1965 Cynthia

The Original Cyn, or OC for short. Cynthia is from Richmond Virginia, she crossdresses every day (lucky gal!) and has a knack for tracking down niggling technical issues so we can fix them. She is also on a journey of self-examination to figure out where her feminine journey will lead her, and is always willing to talk with others about their feelings and questions or her own.

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Dianne Baldwin
4 years ago

Very inspirational. Enjoyed

Natalia Spiegel
4 years ago

I am a transgender woman and a poet also and your poem about desiring to liberate the woman within expresses exactly what I went through and am going through on the journey of my transition. Thank you. Natalia

Tracey Rose
4 years ago

I love this too as a transgender woman, thank you so much cyn

Kari Bryant
4 years ago

Wow, a very beautiful poem. Well written. Love the connections. It actually hits home. The units of study in class are on Confucius and Lao Tzu (Confucianism and Taoism) . Love the inspirations. “A journey of a thousand miles, begins with one step.” I love it. Here is the one I am trying to live by ““When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” ~ Lao Tzu” Sometimes very hard. Well done Cynthia, Hugs KB.

Jodi
4 years ago

Awesome , totally awesome Cynthia . There’s nothing like a meaningful poem to express the true feelings of the women with in. Loved it . x

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Jesse Nicole(Smokey) (@jesse316)
4 years ago

I’ve read this at least 10 times.. It’s very touching to me, as I feel a confusion and frustration as I go through day to day. Love you Cyn, thank you again for sharing.

Miss Jenny (MJ)
4 years ago

Its so Beautiful and well said, Thank you Cynthia, you made my heart feel just what you wrote. Hugs and kisses to you gf

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Char (@charee)
4 years ago

Thank you just doesn’t cut it Cyn, its a small word but from this heart it carries big big gratitude girl; Thank you 🙂

Namaste’
Charee’

Samantha Jane
4 years ago

Very nice and thoughtful, like the winter, its my fav season. It used to be somewhat difficult in the later months, the cold gets to u after a while, but also u lose meaning from bein so attached to masculine things, like too much sports and apprec more other more sensuos, delicate aspects of life.

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Roxanne Lanyon
1 year ago

Is this your poetry? I am so impressed! I write once in a while, myself. Here is one of my pieces: HALLOWEEN TREAT He called me. Invited me over for Halloween. He even had something For me to model. Met at his door, with his warm embrace I felt his arms around me, His kiss on my face. I took the package, and nearly swooned. Satin panties, lace slip, stockings and A pretty wedding gown, in my size. Jeans and shirt off, Dress on, for him. Then, his eyes took me. “Will you?”, he asked “Yes!”, I replied. As he… Read more »

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Roxanne Lanyon
1 year ago

HIS THINGS

His warmth engulfed me,
I became his
Owned by his caresses
And dainty touches
On my shadowy smooth nylon
And sweet-smooth lace;
The gentle feminine smell
And all of the other things
That make me his loving girl.

Roxanne Lanyon

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