The first glimpse of a strange new world

A world filled with red stains.

The first rush prompts a sea of doubts

Should I fear or should I embrace?

The temple within me relishes an uneasy union

A union filled with red roses and thorns.

My voice discovers a new tone

As I pass on the secret to my partner to in crime.

Why whisper when I speak

This isn’t an unholy mess

But the first step towards a whole new me.

I see myself differently

For beyond the weak knees and swollen boobs

There lies a spring of hope

Which could gift this world

A new life filled with hope

And a million dreams.