Creative muse gave me a poem

There is something that means very much to me. Until I am ready to talk about how it affects my life, this is what you will get. I am a supporter of Transgender issues and this poem came to me suddenly tonight:  Titled: Release of Dreams

 

The release of dreams is a powerful thing.
In her sleep she can see the truth before her eyes.  Light
is sweeter, the air is cleaner. She is free. Able to live the life
she should have been. The body she should have felt.

It always starts like this. Though the night joy has become real.
But it has to end. The Darkness Begins.

She is standing on an edge. Real life takes her back.
Never can she be real. Her body screams. Eyes awaken to her
true form. Male or Female or Both.

Is she Transgender or something more.