Accepting The Terms

Coming to understand my relationship, with my mom.

A simple gesture

With a barely spoken word

Turning of the head

Before walking away

In pain.

Washing away

A lifetime

Of love

And understanding.

As love is

Replaced by

Shame and guilt

In your eyes.

When you look

At me.

Blaming yourself

For something

Beyond mortal control

In having

A trans-daughter.

Instead of

The expected son

You believed

True.

Nothing has changed

As I am

Still your child.

Just how

I express myself

To world

At large.

Something

You'll never accept

No matter

How long

You live.

For that

I pity you.

Reviews

[ANTO]

The simplest of gestures can be the most devastating - a shrug - a raised eyebrow - a look - or even silence - could all be as devastating as the thumbs up 'death sign' at the Roman Coliseum (many think it was a thumbs down but the thumbs down indicated swords down).
Closing the mind as appears happened here for whatever reason is probably the loudest door slam of all.
This was a hard read so the write must have been exponentially harder dear heart.

[therisa]

Anto, my mom will never accept me, no matter, how hard I try to be her daughter. If I had told her, I was her gay son, she could accept that reality. As for hardness, in writing, it just something, I have to live with.