Transformation

Eternal doubt confused by self-belief, Unnatural nature hidden within, The illusion of love tainted by grief, As completeness can only be a sin. Requiring nothing yet absorbing all, The quest for growth while feeling lost and small, As mental shadows of a girl reflect, A boy ponders the thoughts of circumspect. The two in one intertwine, become whole, And male/female, now a single essence, Released to feeling joy’s acquiescence, In tune with self, with minds, body and soul. This freedom, long denied by sweet sauterne An exiled spirit can at last return. Form: Pushkin's Sonnet