New Skin/My Own Saint
The more I transition the more I settle into my
New skin, the more strangers come to know me
For exactly who I am, the less patient I become
With the rest of them. The people who knew me
The more I learn what it means to become him
The more I wonder what it all means in the end
Yet I am certain in the decisions I’ve made leading
Up to this, I am simply uncertain about all the
Rest of it.
I wonder if this phase is over and perhaps a new
Chapter is being started. I feel it in my bones as if
The sea is calling. I want to be salty. I am not so burdened
By the perception of others finally I am free to be
Exactly who I am.
It was overwhelming at first to meet him, to get
Him checked in and settled and honestly
I wonder if there isn’t more to god than I thought
Before I met all the sinners. I think perhaps
I am one.
I sinned primarily against myself, undermining
Letting myself spend time with people who don’t
Respect me, dropping the bar too low for myself
However I know that there are those
Born in my circumstance
Who thrive, which makes me wonder if there isn’t
Something to all this that is bigger than the picture plain too see, I wonder if there isn’t
Someone even better waiting for me when I’m 60
The person I am becoming as I age as I grow into my skin
I am so excited to meet him, each day
It powers me through all the pain I am
My own saint.