In Spite Of My Bruised Legs

This morning
Golden sunlight
Kissed my gentle eyelids
And I awoke
Into a calmer peace,
A more beautiful place
And being
Then I've long anticipated

Walking
Out the door, I
Looked down at the same arms
I've always recognized
As my own
And watched as if anew

Briefly wondering--
How has this change come about?
Is it visible to others
Outside of me?
I feel truth, yet

Walk carefully,
Avoiding mirrors, windows,
Sliding glass doors
As if in them, I might find
My own self gone,
Stranger peering back at me

Change
Is
Terrifying

I
Would Not
Trade Mine
For Anything

...Would I?