And the void in my heart
That would never depart,
And the pain that would start
Without reason at sight
-- All's explained, and alright.
And the future looks bright.
But, for now, that's my fate:
I must keep it inside.
My most beautiful side,
Which has blossomed so late,
I'm now struggling to hide.
For how long must I wait?
To be me,
To be free,
To pursuit my own glee?
Oh, how long will it be?
The path that lies ahead
Is harsh and filled with dread,
But my resolve won't wane:
I'd gladly rush, instead.
But life's forced me to refrain
And waste this time I won't regain.
Will this new life compensate
All the time I'll have to wait?
This is exactly why I decided to share this here. I've actually written this poem many years ago, and now I can tell you -- and everyone else going through the same thing -- that the wait is not easy, but it doesn't last forever, and (answering my own question at the end) it is absolutely worth it.