Good Days/Bad Days
On Good days
I look at myself and say
‘When did I get so strong?”
“How did I become so brave”
“Who is the beautiful woman I see in the mirror?”
But it doesnt last
And bad days come again
And I feel weak
And scared
And ugly
I know I cant go back to being a boy
But it seems like I have no way to become a girl
And have no guarantee it would be any better for me if I could be one
I feel stuck and trapped and have no hope
lonely and worthless
On those days
I try and remember the things I am grateful for
My friends, my job, my daughter, my God
And how far I’ve come on the journey in such a short time
And hold on
Until the good days come again.