Like I was missing something
that was never there,
something created in my mind -
a feeling, a friend,
just pretend.
Comfort.
Trust.
Care.
peace .
All parts inside me,
perhaps a 'second set of eyes'
helped ta reveal
what was difficult to see -
in me, by me,
but, mirrored in another's eyes,
I have. finally.
and now a bud grows on my windowsill
from something I truly thought I'd lost -
the one I thought I'd killed.
but there it is: Beauty, Hope,
in dawn's orange light.
what was gone, now is New,
by no fault of mine.
potential for my best day ever
i meditate, prepare,
then shower & out.
Here we go again
we shall see
I'll take notes
for what could be
one More time, again
again
..
shedding skin.
shedding skin.
out with the old
in with the truth -
Finding who I am
when I don't have a 'you'
again.
Shedding skin.
to Original colors
stripped down past the blue,
revealing the real me, set free
not just what I've been through.
Finding myself all over again.
shedding skins
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
Like I was missing something
that was never there,
something created in my mind -
a feeling, a friend,
just pretend.
Comfort.
Trust.
Care.
peace .
All parts inside me,
perhaps a 'second set of eyes'
helped ta reveal
what was difficult to see -
in me, by me,
but, mirrored in another's eyes,
I have. finally.
and now a bud grows on my windowsill
from something I truly thought I'd lost -
the one I thought I'd killed.
but there it is: Beauty, Hope,
in dawn's orange light.
what was gone, now is New,
by no fault of mine.
potential for my best day ever
i meditate, prepare,
then shower & out.
Here we go again
we shall see
I'll take notes
for what could be
one More time, again
again
..
shedding skin.
shedding skin.
out with the old
in with the truth -
Finding who I am
when I don't have a 'you'
again.
Shedding skin.
to Original colors
stripped down past the blue,
revealing the real me, set free
not just what I've been through.
Finding myself all over again.
shedding skins
Just some journaling that turned into sounding more like a poem, sorta. Maybe two poems. Maybe a song. Maybe nothing, but here for you to see if you want.
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