what I once was,


I could always be.

Is not easy-

not easy to look

in the mirror,

a reflection-

reflecting back,

imperfect honesty;

of what I knew I was,

but didn’t want to see.

You see-

a secret war

has waged for decades


striving to be

battling to be


but me.

I’m fighting-

knowing not today,

but someday

I will be an


no longer overcome

by doubt, judgment,

shame, or guilt.

I will see-

a woman

looking back at me.

She’s the


true me.

D.Thompson: Rev. 7/2015

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