I Am

Would I be, could I be, given the chance, that image of me that so often dances in my dreams?

However briefly.

Would one moment suffice, to quell this lifetime of want?

Maybe just an afternoon of bliss, spent walking a bucolic town, letting me skip and laugh away the hours in a skin that feels..... right.

Could I then be satisfied, would I then be able to accept this body that I was born in? This body that lays somewhere between the two realms of he and she.

To have a taste of what has been denied me, could I then return to this drab excistence of continually pretending, pretending to fit the image that others see?

Or

Given the chance.....would I do as

“Powder” did, cease to exist on this plane?

Shedding this flawed rendition, to exist elsewhere in a form that I was meant to have.

Or at the least, to live in a world more accepting of my differences.