A Grasp Away

How I have felt, at times, being Trans.

An offshoot

Tossed aside

Upon life's scrapheap

Left to fend

For one's self.

Questioning

What have I done

To deserve this?

Brushing off

The rotting banana peels

And coffee grounds

From the body

In total disdain.

With bated breath

Rushing to

The bathroom

To scrub

The body clean.

Trying to remove

A mortal stain

Upon the human soul

That never disappears.

No matter

How hard

One scrubs away

At the body.

As the water

Flows away

Blood red

Down the drain.

Intermixed

With tears

Of frustration

And anger.

While

The razor remains

Sitting on

The sink's edge

For another day's use.

Author's Note

captcha: fetation

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

It's hard to stop beating yourself up when you feel you have done wrong. I know that feeling too well. Great poem, very captivating !

[Matching Socks]

Accept who you are and hold your head high.
No one has a right to judge you. None but yourself.
I know it's easy for me to say this because I haven't walked in your shoes (which I know are flats. :))

[therisa]

Thank you, Ana Sophia. I have heels, too. Which I will be wearing to a friend's birthday party, on June 7th. :)

[Matching Socks]

Wow. That's awesome. :)
Lol. I knew you'd come around... ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that stain isn't really there...we imagine it only because others who are judgmental seem to see it there.
yes, leave that razor on the sink's edge...don't let them win.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob. That razor has long be replaced, by several cousins, on the sink's edge.

[W R Stowe]

Unfortunately most people are depressed and yes we feel less worth but by society's decision and not our own. Rejoice and relax God loves you.

[therisa]

Sadly, W.R., I have been chronically depressed, for most of my life.

[W R Stowe]

You might want to consider volunteering at a nursing home or other function you can become active at to keep busy an idle mind is the devils play ground praying for you good luck