Hidden Treasure

Woman

My gender transition began whilst embracing my whole-self. The discovery of self is frought with forgotten memories that can surface quickly and become overwhelming. Finding the strength in yourself to face obstacles, and overcome them, is the balance of the things in your life that you can and cannot control.

HIDDEN TREASURE

For her, words are not enough.

Her picture holds a thousand lies.

Lies that bind, binds that are blind.

She digs deeper and deeper to find,

Her truth, her core, the bedrock of her mine.

The breathing red heart, the poisoned chalice.

The sleeping dragon, the shot that killed Alice.

Buried somewhere, in the deep confined,

That treasured thing, peace of mind.

But nothing is free, there will be a cost.

The risk she takes, her sanity lost.

A dying heart, a dragon slayed.

An empty chalice, an eternal maze.

Spiralling down, tumbling through,

No handhold in sight, will she ever breakthrough?

How deep is this cavern? Only time will tell.

The truth she yearns, her personal hell.

A stone-cold heart, dragon bones,

A dusty cup, and still she roams.

Broken and shattered, her treasures scattered.

The ground hits hard, body battered.

An unusual rock, an archaeological find.

She has been this way before, her path undefined.

What is going on?

Where did she fall?

Will anyone hear?

The silence of her call?

There, in the ground, a picture, of her.

Deep in her mind, memories stir.

She remembers now, she sees it all.

But can no longer stand, she can barely crawl.

The discovery made, the answer she seeks.

From deep within, painful truth shrieks.

Deaths hand outstretched, demands a soul.

Her journeys end, the price of the toll.

(c) Jay Rose Ana

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