He stood tall,
mighty, like a tree
but, even a tree
is vulnerable
to the winds;
to harsh words spoken
on the coldest of days.
A tree holds together
until,
no longer able
to bend with the wind,
it breaks.
— Can you relate?
She sits quietly,
watching, observing
from the back row.
in the theater of her life.
The movie plays on.
No true interaction.
Experiencing
but not really living.
Watching the same film
over and over again,
a hollow existence.
Can it be considered “life,”
if we don’t truly live?
— Can you feel it?
Roommates of sorts,
these two,
a man and a woman
sharing the same space;
together yet alone.
Both feel the ache
that comes from within.
Surrounded by people,
blind to the tension.
This patchwork relationship,
this marriage of convenience,
is falling apart.
— Sound familiar?
They were as one,
inseparable as it were
till, at last,
one day they realized
it was not sustainable;
she didn’t need him.
It was over.
On that day,
she flung wide the door
and walked away,
leaving him behind,
moving on.
— Do you see it now?
Do you understand
what it feels like
to be trans?
~ elr
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