Becoming

I fill the grooves left by my glistening tears

with high hopes to find life's new frontiers

As I confuse day and night
like I often do wrong with right

I see ugly butterflies being replaced by beautiful moths
uncovering all of my most remote and darkest thoughts

I find myself questioning where I would be 
without having transitioned from he to she
All I know is that I am now the true me
happier, proud and finally freer to be