Changing Skin

Usual morning

Drew and haze 

Dogs panting

Ground cracking

Under my steps

 

The trees whispered to me today:

So how are you really,

How do you do?

How does it feel to be like you?

Aren’t you tired carrying that shell?

Must be heavy, your back must ache?

 

The wind chipped in to say

It’s time

Release the burden

It’s time to fly

The flowers turned petals into fist

Add color be bright

Bold, have more fun 

 

I feel so tender so raw

That grey old shell is all that I know

I can’t touch my body

It’s an open wound

Please lend me help. 

Offer me a clue.

 

The wind  invited a slow deep breath

The soil to move to take a step

The flowers cheered

The trees leaned low

Looking at me and bowing low 

 

New skin appears

My body shakes

I take a deep breath

 

I wait

I trust 

I pray

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Kasia Kowalska