In the inbetween

sometimes things begin and I don't know where they'll end

by me

Remember when you met me in the inbetween,

a space between the visible and unseen, 

and yet crystal clarity did not shroud my mind.

Remember what you agreed we might find,

togetherness?As I spoke to you in lofty prayers

Did we make commitments? Did you swear

to be there holding my fears for always and ever?

And still can you say that you never

imagined creation to be different than designed?

The words in your book say we crossed the line,

That I crossed the line, and chose not to believe

but maybe you left, you chose to leave

and I need a bridge for the chasm you created.

But can you close the gap? Can we be related?

Do you remember what you spoke to me,

when you came to the door, with a chance to be free.

You did speak, you did swear, that I am your child

that regardless of choice I am never defiled.

That regardless of self and chance to discover

regardless of gender and who is my lover

regardless of roaming and the peace in my heart,

you’ll be unending in love, you’ll never depart.

That your heart is justice before it is death

and your mercy forever is knowing no depth.

Is it too much to see the me that differs,

from the me in the womb my Kristin delivered.

Am I still wonderfully and joyously made

despite the changing roles I have played?

Am I still loved and am I still dear

if I am not Cody and you are still here.