Freedom, such a beautiful light
Welling up from the depths
Of my very foundations.
Shaking the root of my being
Altering my existence.

A strange happiness,
Peaceful, in the midst of the storm
And why? Who knows?
‘Tis but a small thing
But more important than them all

What a major realization
Or is it imagination?
Or hallucination?
Have I really changed?
Am I even still me?

There will surely be consequences
For something this profound
But will they all be good,
Or is my heart in err?
It wouldn’t be the first time

This is so unlike me
I hardly know myself
What now?
Have I ended life as I know it?
Or has it just begun?

JNG    4-30-98