Stone

I am the stone that fell into the pond
Who didn’t know the waves I could make
Until the sunlight dappled down to me
In wavering beams
And now I wonder if I can hold my breath long enough
To be picked up again for another go

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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