Shedding

i carried the corpse like a dead weight on my back,

a layer of skin

griped pulled torn shaved skinned

off of me

by something that wished for my demise

without a care

or something to gain from my suffering

while i begged to return to the beginning

or at least catch a glimpse of the end.

whichever one it was i'd wanted then, i never

knew.

Lately, the uncertainty and lack of structure is alright.

It feels lightweight,

like a breeze barely brushing past just the tip of my skin

--a whisper and reminder of what has passed as I walk

an invisible road.

The once unmappable and heavy cloak of skin that I carried on my back, which had pulled itself over my

eyes, now feels like simply the translucent, shedded skin of an insect:

hardened from experience and crisp with nostalgia(both pain and joy).

I've never let it go.

It stays latched onto my hip

like a satchel of experience,

one to hold on to gently and with love,

as I continue taking another step.

Where I am headed, I'm not sure.

But at least I know I am moving.

thank you for letting me experience the intimacy of pain

14/10/2023, 11:20pm