The Caterpillar Jail

We can change if we allow it

I wake that morn, And instantly mourn Being locked In this prison Of my own making. Where I spend most waking Hours afraid To be Me. Then afternoon arrives, And I surprise Myself by saying That’s enough now. Today’s the day I need to say Who I am To others. Whether it bothers Them or not. But it doesn’t And I wasn’t Prepared for The love That I, and She receives.

I recently came out as transgender. And so I just wanted to write something brief, and to the point on this important moment for me. Thanks for reading.