Shedding the Old Me
Shedding the exoskeleton hurts
I can feel my skin loosen
It is itchy
It making me uncomfortable
I knew it was time to molt
But I know this skin
This skin is my home
No matter how unhappy it can make me
It is my normal
My stability
I had to grow this skin
It made me fit in
But this skin doesn't fit me anymore
I've grown
I know I need to shed it
As it starts to peel, I feel the changes
I reflect on how my choices have led to this
I'm going to help peel it
It stings a little
I'll try just the arms first
So smooth
So radiant
After the sting, it feels kinda nice
I'll keep going
Now the legs
That hurt less
I feel warm
Like sunshine hitting my skin
I'll keep going
And going
And going
Belly chest back
All that's left is my face
What if people don't recognize me?
What that be a bad thing?
I would still be me
Right?
If it has felt this good so far then it can't be that bad
Let's go for it
I'll take my time
I'll peel slowly
Little more
Take a deep breathe and pull the last part
Deep breath deep breath deep breath
Oh wow
My face
I'm me but not me
I'm..I'm beautiful
I understand now
I'll keep this new skin
It fits quite nice
About this poem
Yesterday I left my career. I worked in retail for about 15 years. I made the decision to make a change. A drastic change. With the support of my loved ones, I've decided to build my own path to bliss. Today I put the emotions from yesterday into words. This is a thank you for all the positive support I received.
Written on March 15, 2023
Submitted by kitabug789 on March 15, 2023
Modified on April 09, 2023
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