Attempt At Order (June 6, 2016)

How I wish

I could say

My life has been

All moonbeams

And roses.

And

Those violent experiences

Are mere figments

Of my imagination.

Except

The mental strain

And the damage done

Over the years

Says otherwise.

You must realize

My unique situation

Isn't the norm

For most trans-Canadian.

Rather

Just one

Of the more

Extreme cases

On the violent end

Of the experience

Spectrum.

Please understand

I don't write poetry

In the hope

Of gaining pity.

Or

Other similar

Emotions.

Should

I want them.

Only

Have to look

In the bathroom mirror.

And see

My reflection

Staring back

At me.

No

These stanzas

You see

Before you.

Are my lame attempt

To impose order

On the chaos

I have lived

Through.

Never expecting

Anyone would read these

And respond back

Like they have.

Therisa © 2016