my nerves peak at the height of airplanes
hands become imprinted with the mask of sweat
the disgusting feeling that you just want to rip off your skin and cast it into a trash bin
has now arrived again
is this my soul saying it is time to shed?
but I've worked so hard to grow the skin I'm in.
i fear that once reborn i will not posess
the qualities of being strong, poised, and compassionate
i fear i will wilt and drag myself out of bed with the newness whereas others may describe the feeling of being reborn as classic, refreshing
but I just see it as a waste
all of these bricks i have stacked will be demolished
and another start begins again.