For de-trans awareness day I felt like it would be nice to visit an older poem I wrote. I have changed plenty from even two years ago—having only just been confirmed into the Catholic church after writing the second poem, I have grown in my understanding of theology and religion with the help of my friends, and my church (my sponsor especially, who I have much gratitude for even if I haven’t seen him much since this quarantine)—however in many ways I am still the same and will further seek to grow closer to God as a member of the Church. Feel free to interpret my writing however you want, because interpretations are as much a reflection of the reader as it might be the author. I always enjoy feedback via my twitter or comments as well.
Poem 1—March 12, 2021
Lord, King of kings, I thank you for this day
your grace has blessed me with.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring
when grass shoots long and lush.
A fitting payout, I might start to see,
looking back, at my liberation
from all my sinful, sad dependencies,
doomed, demonic, and normal.
While I tire, such a trip can’t end
for spring has not yet come,
and many others still have toils—
we can’t know what will become.
Rest I may, but on this day, keep prayer in my heart.
Pray I do not fall into my sins—Remember what was done.
Poem 2—July 5th, 2019
A broken, young, and confused boy
Stumbled into the snake pit
All he wanted to find there
Was someone to be a friend with.
The snakes gave him companionship,
But it came with a price.
The boy had to do what they said,
And consummate the ties.
However, nothing changed inside
That boy’s broken mind.
He only just got used to
Those demons in his eyes.
Years later, the snakes left,
Yet, the demons stay.
And then the boy is left to cope
With his demons every day.
The boy forgets what is real
And what’s imaginary.
He lays upon the stony ground,
Broken, statuary.
Finally, he comes back home,
And wishes he had never leaved,
And though he will always have demons,
Sins, he is redeemed.
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