Poem: Transitioning

I am human
At least I think I am
Either I’m right
Or victim of a self-made scam

I have a purpose
And so does life
In the grand scheme of things
I can only view
A slice

My POV is limited
My vision impaired
I do my best
To remain unscathed, brave, unscared

The past was a blast
And mostly too fast
Other times like seaside barnacles,
Stuck forever,
In an ocean so vast

Sometimes blessing, other times a curse
Revealing my best side
Or my shameful worst

I have laughed at memories
Cried at others,
Mourning for offending
Dear sisters and brothers

Oh forgive me, kin and pals
Managers and colleagues
Cashiers and elders
Clerks in hotel lobbies

I was a donkey
In old times called ass
Heehawing pure nonsense
And disregarding karma’s toxic gas

But, yeah, there was some brilliance,
Usually covered in verbosity, ego and muck
I’d share my opinions
Not giving a vuck

I swore off self-censure
Ending up foot-in-mouth
Lessons learned painfully
When things went south

5 years of sorrow
From morning till night
I’d not wish this on my worst NME
Oh the torture, the inner fight

Numb, having thrown in the towel
Barely surviving
Dumb, at home and work,
Even while sleeping or driving

Someone out there was praying for me
While I pushed uphill the boulder of Sisyphus
Thank you, mystery pleader
The back of your hand,
I’d like to kiss

I’m changing, rearranging
All the neglected matters
Reconnecting with buddies old and new
Repairing my life story
Worn, torn, in tatters

Oh I am grateful
So thankful
So blessed
Happy to avoid suicide
And tragic homelessness

Life, oh Life, so precious
So all-powerful
I embrace your joys and challenges
So strange and colourful

Take me now
Not to heaven
Not Valhalla
Take me to the next moment
Then the next, then another
Of Life’s vibrant gala

I transition . . .
Welcome Self 2.0
My renewed identity
My new hero

I love you . . .