Transitioning

& I fear I will die
White pixie-faced
&Misunderstood
Reclusive.

Not having given all that I should
&what about change?

Will I offer progress?
Place upon the alter
A moments peace.

Will these rants
That are often
So dark
So dark
Will these rants become
Mantras?

Lift me up now
Lift me up
&I rest with you
Through these words
Of inspiration

&I Vow to try
To make amends
With my sorrow

I want to move.
I’m headed toward the light
& its warm here.