Transitioning doesn’t just change us; it ripples through the lives of those we love. This poem reflects the vulnerability and courage it takes to navigate those conversations—raw, heartfelt, and honest. It’s a love letter to connection and the hope for understanding, even in the face of change.

I need to speak, to let you know:
There’s someone inside me that needs to grow,
to spread her wings and be on show.

How do I tell you?
Where do we go?
What are the words?
I still don’t know.

I know it’s going to hurt.
But how can I be true to you
when I can’t be true to me?

Did I plan this?
Years ago, did I already know?

Have I wasted your life living a lie?
Was it fair to make that tie?

So please, sit with me.
I want to do the best for you, but I don’t know how.
Can you stand with me and see this out,
or should I go and set you free?

It’s not your fault—it’s always me.
I know I’m breaking this life as “we.”
I just hope and pray you can forgive,
and your heart can heal with time.

So now, to you:
What will you choose?
Where will our futures develop to be?

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