SHE.

[Sally]

She raises her head then gets out of bed
and passes the mirror on the way
with a smile to start another day,
She wishes it were different but knows it'll never be,
The girl reflected in minds eye,
The man reflected in me.

She feels the satin caress her like a pleasure oh so fine,
The lace and make up illusion, a woman so devine,
But underneath the blurred reflection She sees the other side,
A pain and pleasure sweep over her, just like the incoming tide.

The face with laughter lines and smiling eyes,
Betrays the silent lies that start another day,
He wishes it were different but knows it cannot be,
The boy reflects in his eye,
The girl reflects in he.

People pass by him uncaring and look the other way,
They cannot understand the reasons, they know not what to say,
Each passing moment working to take the thought he dreads,
To find he'll wake tomorrow and see their shaking heads.

That evening he'll see her smiling eyes,
Staring out from somewhere deep inside,
He knows it's no illusion, it's just the other me,
Who waits for opportunity, a chance to set her free.

He carries her secret every moment of every day,
A torment raging in his heart, to step outside and say,
Underneath his outer shell of manhood, his secret still in place,
It's her eyes reflected in her satin and her lace.

In dreams the tears and laughter are the torment that he dreads,
Waking in the morning, seeing satins in the bed,
A silent cry screams loudly from a place so deep within,
Another day to face head bowed, her laughing is a sin.

Over passing days weeks months and years, it hurts too much to say,
To live a secret so tightly held, the ache just never goes away,
When darkness comes to step outside into the cool night air,
To breathe again the freedom and toss a head so fair.

When next you pass a woman walking swiftly the other way,
Be careful how you see her beyond the light of day,
She may just be a lonely soul her gender so misread,
Just seeking out solutions to the confusion within her head.

So he has a lonely moment, despite a filling life,
he has his work, his family and a caring loving wife,
But She comes and mocks him for all that he has done,
She knows the battle is over, She knows that She has won.

But still he keeps believing in a time that's yet to come
where both can live together, both can live as one,
it's all he has to believe in, She'll never let him go,
Yet in his heart confusion reigns, he loves herself you know.

She raised her head then got out of bed,
passes the mirror on the way to begin another day,
She wishes it were different but knows it'll never be,
The girl reflected in his minds eye,
The man reflected is She.

[Loretta Ann]

Very good Sally.

Is this yours, or did you get it from some where else. It is very well put together.

[Sally]

Hi Darlene,

No, the author of this is my dear friend SarahK who used to post on CDDF a couple of years ago, she has now moved on in her journey. She gave it to me several years ago, I had forgotten about it until I found it amongst some papers last night in one of 'those' drawers which hadn't been cleared for ages.

Kind Regards.

Sally.

[Virginia]

Sally,
Thanks for sharing that poem with us! Methinks a lot of our sisters have not reached that phase of our journey but for those of us who are dealing with merging our two personalities its wonderful!
Love,
Deborah

[Kyra]

Wow Sally,
That was really good. Very moving. Thanks for sharing.

Hugs,
Kyra

[Kersten Lee]

Thank you Sally, that touched my heart. She must have been
a dear person.

Kersten