Tears drip down my face
As I am related the story of her death
As she strived against all odds
To be who she was from the very start
As the wife-friend sat there crying
Holding her hand and trying
To help her husband become a girl
They were a couple beyond reasoning
A celebrity pair
That painted their dreams on dreams
On a canvas fair
And he only wanted
To be she who he always was
There was surgeries that she survived
That she strived through, that she
Became through -
And she painted the feelings
And she suffered the feelings
And she held onto those feelings
As she was he, was she
Became she
Who always was a she
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Sunday, 24 January 2016
23/01 Lili Elbe
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