acceptance (another poem)

I step into light

a bold stroke, a deep color,

my truth unfolding like early dawn's soft flush:

roses red, timid but true.

Mother's eyes take up the canvas

no horror, no fear—only a golden amber light,

like autumn leaves embracing my edges,

whispering, "You are more than this body you know."

Her love runs blue like waves of sea

cool calm under the storm of doubt,

cleansing shadows of ancient fear,

colors me in courage I dared not bellow.

In her smile, a spectrum: lavender merriment,

soothing mint gentleness etching each crease of my being;

and there I am no longer isolated in the mosaic

not just colors clashing but an intact family.

There I stand, color by color painted with pride and perseverance,

each color received with gentle graciousness;

a rightful masterpiece built through journey and forgiveness—

in this radiant hall of hearts, I've found home.

my mom might be a little difficult sometimes when it comes to me transitioning shes just scared that i'll damage my body,

but overall i know she supports me and how identify and i am SO grateful for that.