This is my first poetic composition. It contains 29 pieces; all of which, I had written during the first year of my transition.
Whom I Love
To all our faults, and all I pushed away.
A pale, gaunt creature starves within my soul.
The morsels, scraped together, did decay.
To Live With Truth
The Gods, may yet, live to see their foul trick
Overwhelm my spirit. False gold shines true.
I remain free despite our Lord’s edict.
Adorn my scarred wrist in bright silver hue.