My Voice

…and I heard myself say,
Was she in the hospital when she died?
Did you have a chance to say good-bye?

It was then that I looked up and saw the most amazing sunrise emerging from the west.

…and I heard myself say,
I hope you find comfort in knowing she will never be far from you. While we will miss her in body, that spirit of hers will always be with you.

I once thought that being butch was being as tough on the outside as I felt on the inside…that really isn’t the case –
I’ve changed a lot over the years. I know that I work hard at trying to be a well balanced and well oiled wheel…I realize I still squeak and walk with a swagger…

Leave a Reply

SCROLL TO TOP