At the crossroads
There’s dust
Fogging my eyes
Coating my throat
Disguised is the path of
Transformation
Beholden to no one
Traversing alone
Oh to shuck reticent ways
And embrace fortitude
A perilous journey
Necessitated by angst
To claim
What has never been proclaimed
My right to
A voice, independence
Drowned by my own doing
Born of innocence, fear
I gave myself away
But I buy myself back
Autonomy had
Always been accessible
At the crossroads
I turn left to bravery
In the end
No one can
Walk my path
But me
I will walk
To liberation