I'd always been a little bearcub Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor Seasons are changing, though I'm finally standing up on my hind legs Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time Hoping that maybe you can hear me now Letting my growls grow, my echo, rumbling through the trees Feeling the breeze in my hair Knowing that I have made it I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~
The leaves are changing The air is heavy I know you've been here before Months pass Seasons change And all you want is to not feel the same Each morning offers hope That today you'll receive the key to your cage. But still you're trapped And I can see you start to suffocate And I can't lift this weight off your chest. But I would offer you my last breath To relieve just a second of this stress. I don't know if you'll hear the leaves Crunching beneath your feet Or if they'll be green or brown or just not around, When your heart stops racing And you can breathe deep again. But I know your strength will be rewarded And your pain will ease. I know one day soon, you will be free.