By Susan Gale Wickes
She threw caution to the wind.
Put off until tomorrow everything that should have been done today.
Then suddenly, from out of nowhere, the winds of change began to blow.
They howled for days.
She hunkered down, as best she could, but to no avail.
When the ordeal finally ended, she was nowhere to be found.
True to form, the fickle fingers of fate had scooped her off the floor and transformed her.
She emerged, a different person, on the other side.
Some missed the old essence. Others didn’t even recognize the change.
Perhaps it was because they too had changed.
Nice. I think it is very poetic and insightful.
Thank you.
The winds of change certainly do howl sometimes. Lovely writing, Susan.
Yes, they do. Thanks so much, Lisa.
Very appropriate in the times of Coronavirus.
That’s been on my mind a lot lately. May we all safely make it to the other side.
Sums up the transgender experience perfectly. As the protagonist changes, so do the people in her life in how they interact with her. Those who accept her metamorphosis change along with her, as a formerly heterosexual partner now becomes homo- or bisexual in accepting her. And those who don’t remain stagnant and close-minded. Splendid!
While I didn’t have that in mind when writing this story, I do believe you’re right! This could apply to so many scenarios. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.