Becoming

Forced into the present by commitments of the past
I rail against the inequality surrounding me.
This journey separates me from comfort,
and despair visits me in my seclusion,
fighting for my sanity as I choke back the
bile of resentment.
My spirit longs for the freedom of my gifts,
once unhindered,
Only now coming to fruition
despite restraints placed upon me.
I close my eyes and dream of the future,
where I am free to dance with the artists and authors
and flirt shamelessly with the written word.
I will play in snow and see mountains fade
into clouded towers,
And revel in the joy of life.
I raise my glass in tribute to the trials,
for they make the harvest sweeter
and victory more full,
As I await the dawn