A New Heart Moved In 

What happened to my well-trodden pathway 

Of certainty and the pungent cologne

Do I not take part, or possess a say?

Masculinity is my comfort zone

Femininity is cryptic, who knows

And, mum, I’m scared shitless at this newness,

Because my best friend gives me tornadoes

In place of butterflies and I’m clueless.

Dad, I thought I knew what was going on

Walk me down the aisle to the unknown

Won’t know who I love ’till I’m too far gone

I’m an atheist praying; I’ll atone

Now I find myself fumbling at the edge

of an oblivion only I know.

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