the morning after I shed my past
was like breathing my first breath at last.
with sunlight playing through the awakening trees
I finally felt a sense of release.
a weight had lifted from my chest
one I hadn't realized was keeping me from rest.
I could feel the fractured duality
of my changing identity.
one, the ghost of the life before.
the other, a birth of something more.
the timid joy of claiming what was, "me" elated
as the painful remnants of what was, "his," faded.
warm coffee soothed my frayed nerves
as I accepted that I had what I deserved-
a fresh start,
with a healing heart.
and maybe, just maybe a chance to live with unburdened breath.
- Jeanette Andromeda 3/4/22
Horror Made 