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
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
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
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

This is beautiful, Gaby.