Simply a name. My name.

New, different, wonderful

Borne out of Yearning

Of striving for identity

That ongoing discovery of the unlikely and intriguing country which is me

The true description of my self

My love

Unquestionably correct

My old description, that dead dead-name of mine like a too-large overcoat

Worn for an eternity without any realisation that there is one that fits

Yenn fits so well. Every contour of my figurative self covered, warmed and held

An embrace of deep acceptance

Challenging hatred and self-doubt

Yenn is proud

Yenn is strong

Yenn is ‘trans enough’

My true name. Liberated through its genderlessness

I am forever nourished by the perfect fit that is my Yenn.

‘Is that your real name?’ they ask

Not just real, but the only name.

My world, my entire universe encompassed, affirmed through those four letters.

A nod to the past and a cry for the future

The day I found my Yenn was the day I awoke.

Yes, to be simply Yenn is indeed a good thing.