I am the same man I was
before the world tried to shape me.
The skin has changed,
the edges have softened,
but inside, I remain
who I always wasâ
a soul learning to be free.
The mirror reflects a new face,
but it is not a stranger I see.
It's the man I've always known,
the one who fought,
who loved,
who hurt
but never stopped believing
he could one day breathe in the air
of his own truth.
My intentions were never to changeâ
they were always about alignment.
I am still me,
just a me who now matches the body
I've fought to feel comfortable in.
I never stopped being the man I knew I could be.
Time has simply allowed me to become him
fully, without fear.