Semimorphosis

I miss my chrysalis, she seemed to say,
retreating to her room or deeper yet,
into her closet-bed, to spend the day
(again) with all the comfort she can get.
This person not a child, not adult,
no longer male but neither female yet,
awaiting pharmaceutical result,
appareled for concealment sensing threat,
needs something other than provided now
and then, when symptoms rose that were ignored.
Evaluation may have shown some how
to nurture and impel the child toward
trajectory appropriate and fine,
instead of sneaking comfort food and wine.

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