TranSolitude

Trans solitude, a baloon touching a river with moon at the background

Shadowing his eyelids,
Opened he a new chapter in her life.
Loaning his sister’s dress,
Into the world of masks, he walked as herself with pride.
Teased and tortured at every turn,
Up she held her bearded chin.
Dorned in disgrace and rejection she waited inside him;
Eager to be free one day.


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