Innocent eyes attempt to make some sense
When first awoken by first breaths of air
Beneath the waves of lace without pretence
Two identities but never a pair.
And as we grew so the torment began
One kept the other hidden deep within
How can two share the same flesh, bone and skin
With a girl holding the dreams of a man?
Those dreamy thoughts hidden so deep inside
Unable to talk to the closest friend
Over the years a tattered dream transcends
Into the words that too often confide
That a soul cannot be forever wrong
And must follow the path to make him strong.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Burn’s Sonnet