On the 1st day I was completely lost.
I had no idea which direction to turn.
On the 2nd day I felt sadness.
A form of undying need or yearn.
On the 3rd day I reflected.
I had been playing victim in life.
On the 4th day I reflected on reflecting.
I’d been creating my very own strife.
On the 5th day I saw my flawed conceptions.
Are these beliefs really mine?
On the 6th day I tried re-arranging them.
But they all still looked like grime.
On the 7th day I felt trapped.
What was I supposed to believe?
On the 8th day I felt hopeless.
As if the Universe had forgotten me.
On the 9th day I felt broken.
Sadness shattering my psyche.
On the 10th day my heart wept.
The tears now streamed silently.
On the 11th day I regained stasis.
My chemistry had changed.
On the 12th day I became free.
I’m no longer pointing blame.
On the 13th day I awakened.
With much to be learned, even still.
I actually wrote this poem on day 11th of my transition. But I felt confident that by the time I placed my head on my pillow the night of day 12, I would be free of pointing blame at those around me. And today, as I post it, I will be more fully awakened when I lay my head down to sleep tonight. This awakened sleep will be incredibly recharging for my soul. More peace is expressing itself through me. I am in complete control though I am simultaneously surrendering to the Universe’s flow.