A suit once built
for fitting in
and making good
now hems me in;
standing me up
tight in my skin
To free myself
where to begin?
And what if there is
nothing in
this suit at all?
With fears that suit
may now be skin
and removal tear me
limb from limb
leaving but shadow
dumb and thin
with not a tool
nor genuine
I grab an edge
and, grim, begin
to pull.
cae 9-27-09
I like this, makes me think about new beginnings.
A recovery from a state of stasis.
Absolutely – change can be daunting and painful yet still necessary. Thanks!