The seasons change,
and with them,
I feel the world in ways
I've never known.
When the wind blows,
it finds the face I've waited for,
the one that finally matches my heart.
I feel the cool air kiss my skin,
the crispness on my jawline
that I dreamed of
but could never touch.
The sun kisses my chest
like it's a place it's always known,
bathing me in warmth
that isn't just physical,
but spiritual.
Every breeze
feels like a conversation
between my soul and the worldâ
a world that now sees me
as the man I am,
the man I was always meant to be.
Through the spring rains,
the summer heat,
the autumn winds,
I stand,
each season a reminder
that I am becoming,
and I am here.