Please let me assure you that I am not suicidal. This is something I wrote when I was absolutely dismayed about the revelation that I was transgendered. I think many of you will identify with the feelings.

Once you think your goals are meet
Evil men entangle your feet
You are then beset by strife
They make a shambles of your life

You become that which you feared
They take all you held dear
To love God I avail
His mercy shall prevail

At a loss to find a place
Others have taken my space
Mind and body are at war
Death seems the only option

Oh I did pray would God hear me?
Has my relief come yet near me?
Mind and body are split clearly
But, I lost those I held dearly.

They want to force me
To not be me
Not as I am
Will they let me live.

They see me the way they want,
Not as I am
Death sweetly calls me to her bosom
Take me spirit to another place.

There is no strength to continue
In this place
Is there another venue?
Where the inner being is seen

Are there those who actually care?
Are there those whose minds are clear?
What about what I held dear?
Could they not me, not their fear?

I may as well live in another galaxy
It’s as though they all hate me
They assume I am a liar
That I am bound for fire

Do they need to hasten it?