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Metamorphosis

By Sally Michelle Jackson

Once I had a friend, we met along the way

We stopped and talked and shared our day

We enjoyed so much common ground

And viewed the beauty all around

We were as though we always were

Side by side as emotions stirred

We started on a journey together

Together no matter whatever

Along the way something went wrong

I was weak but my friend was strong

I told her that I had to rest and to go along

I’d catch up and we’d continue our song

I stumbled and faltered and my friend looked back

I waved her on and shouted I’m back on track

I was weaker than I had thought and had to sleep

The path that rose before me became too steep

Why had I sent her on so far ahead

Why did I wish she the one here instead

Lagging behind and losing direction

Why can’t I just summon my conviction?

As I crawl along from leaf to leaf I see something in the sky

Fluttering and floating in the wind, my friend a beautiful butterfly

I have worried my way in tiny steps unable to find my wings

While she has become one of those beautiful things

And now she soars and spreads her wings

And I am here among the Earth bound things

I’m sorry that I can not fly with her happy in that so blue sky

I can not be sorry that I let her fly even though I sit and cry

Friends are forever in our hearts

Many a journey has its stops and starts

Someday and one day and before too long

I’ll fly to my friend and we’ll sing our song

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Guest ~Brenda~

Metamorphosis

By Sally Michelle Jackson

Once I had a friend, we met along the way

We stopped and talked and shared our day

We enjoyed so much common ground

And viewed the beauty all around

We were as though we always were

Side by side as emotions stirred

We started on a journey together

Together no matter whatever

Along the way something went wrong

I was weak but my friend was strong

I told her that I had to rest and to go along

I’d catch up and we’d continue our song

I stumbled and faltered and my friend looked back

I waved her on and shouted I’m back on track

I was weaker than I had thought and had to sleep

The path that rose before me became too steep

Why had I sent her on so far ahead

Why did I wish she the one here instead

Lagging behind and losing direction

Why can’t I just summon my conviction?

As I crawl along from leaf to leaf I see something in the sky

Fluttering and floating in the wind, my friend a beautiful butterfly

I have worried my way in tiny steps unable to find my wings

While she has become one of those beautiful things

And now she soars and spreads her wings

And I am here among the Earth bound things

I’m sorry that I can not fly with her happy in that so blue sky

I can not be sorry that I let her fly even though I sit and cry

Friends are forever in our hearts

Many a journey has its stops and starts

Someday and one day and before too long

I’ll fly to my friend and we’ll sing our song

Dear Sally,

The poem to Lizzy is too beuatiful for words. I want to thank both you and Lizzy for welcoming me and supporting me. Both of you have a very special place in my heart!

Love you both,

bernie

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  • 3 months later...
Guest darlene lynn

wounderful as allways Sally. It shows we all have the same heart But even with that they all done move at the same beat. Beautiful way of showing while it hurts to let friends move away We'll aways love them.

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  • 5 months later...

Oh Sally,

You found those words in a beautiful place and I am crying as I read and I am glad I can cry.

You will once again fly with your friend and visit those scented flowers. Thank you, luv,viv :)

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Metamorphosis

By Sally Michelle Jackson

Once I had a friend, we met along the way

We stopped and talked and shared our day

We enjoyed so much common ground

And viewed the beauty all around

We were as though we always were

Side by side as emotions stirred

We started on a journey together

Together no matter whatever

Along the way something went wrong

I was weak but my friend was strong

I told her that I had to rest and to go along

I’d catch up and we’d continue our song

I stumbled and faltered and my friend looked back

I waved her on and shouted I’m back on track

I was weaker than I had thought and had to sleep

The path that rose before me became too steep

Why had I sent her on so far ahead

Why did I wish she the one here instead

Lagging behind and losing direction

Why can’t I just summon my conviction?

As I crawl along from leaf to leaf I see something in the sky

Fluttering and floating in the wind, my friend a beautiful butterfly

I have worried my way in tiny steps unable to find my wings

While she has become one of those beautiful things

And now she soars and spreads her wings

And I am here among the Earth bound things

I’m sorry that I can not fly with her happy in that so blue sky

I can not be sorry that I let her fly even though I sit and cry

Friends are forever in our hearts

Many a journey has its stops and starts

Someday and one day and before too long

I’ll fly to my friend and we’ll sing our song

Sally, when I first read your poem, like BrandonIThink, I broke down into tears and had to leave it, until now. In many ways your poem describes how I feel about myself, wish it wasn't the case. Thank you, for finding a way to express my feeling, in this very beautiful poem. Merci, noir.

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I wrote this poem so long ago to my very dear friend Elizabeth K (Lizzy) when I felt that she was progressing so much better than I was allowing myself to that I was sure that she would just leave me behind.

It now seems to be a bit more prophetic than merely hopeful.

I greatly underestimated my friend and myself, I have progressed in my journey and Lizzy has remained a loyal, steadfast and loving friend.

I have flown and now in New Orleans sharing our apartment we are singing our song, a song of such great beauty it makes me cry with joy - this wonderful lady and so many of you here have helped me to find the real me - how can I ever repay that?

I love you all and I hope that someday we will all fly together in that clear blue sky,

Sally

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Sally,

Your words are so inspiring. Not only do you give me hope for learning to be a butterfly and take wing, but hope for a friendship as meaningful as the one that you and Lizzy share. Thank you for expressing so beautifully the ups and downs and the fits and starts of this journey and for reminding me of the true value and meaning of a good friendship.

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Guest alexjean1963

OMG! That was so beautiful, it made me cry, it must be so nice to have such a good strong friendship as yours. Hold onto it tight and never let it go.

*Peace*

AJ

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  • 7 months later...

yeah, thats very nice. I can understand that feeling of being left behind too..I remember Michelle was feeling that way i think, when I got my 1st chest surgery done, and that was in march of 97, then in july of 97 i had my hyterectomy, figuring we'd get my chest touchup done soon and then the phalloplasty..although it ddnt work out that way, it seemed like it was just flowing along you know, so figured it would for the rest. She acted sort of weird to me then, and I didnt know what it was, but turned out she was sort of jealous in a way, but also, thought maybe i'd just leave her behind too. I'd imagine stirred up alot of feelings, ones that never even were processed or known on a conscious level.

sometimes having another trans person around can be very nice, and fuzzy but sometimes i think certain insecurities and other things get triggered a little too..and so it helps to be open and mature about it, or youd just be nasty. i think thats why some trans people can be so nasty to others at support group meetings, and stuff..might be jealousies and things underneath it all.

i write songs and poems too..i should look up something and put it in here..maybe someone would like it.

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