I move through the world like I own it
the star of my own reality
that slithers deeper and deeper into time
shedding as I grow
transforming into something bigger and better
Something that is unknown to me
it hurts; it’s uncomfortable
I want to control the uncontrollable
Hoping it saves me from the terrors of change
I’ll die if I try to control this tide
All I can do is have faith and live long enough to enjoy the ride
I feel tight, stuck, unmotivated, unable to think or move, wondering how I got here
I was just happy and thriving, but change and growth waits for no one
Itching as each layer stuck to my body dries up like a grape in the sun.
one by one, past ideas, thoughts, and sense of self shrivel up, and I let go
what seems like an eternity of shedding produces a newer, tougher, stronger layer
Slithering out of the past, a shell of my last existent remains.
I can't go back because it’ll break
- it doesn’t fit-
nor do I want to be back in a place where I ached.
transforming and transfiguration doesn’t happen overnight; shedding is a continuous practice to grow into your birthright