The Skin I'm In


I used to wonder

how I would grow

and yet still fit in the skin I'm in.

If we would grow together,

me and my skin.

Well, we seemed to have done

quite well

for a long time.


I used to wonder

how you would grow,

and if you would still fit 

the skin you are in.

And if we would grow together

and stay intact in our

separate skins.

Well, we seemed to have done,

for a long time 

anyway.


Now I wonder…


Am I still the same person

under the skin? 

Are you?

I think I am.

The outside has changed.

But inside my skin

I am intact. 

Myself as before.

I think.


Not quite so comfortable 

in my new skin, though.

It doesn't fit me too well.

Doesn't always represent me.

Doesn't look like I still feel.

Like I still am?


What about you?

Are you still that person 

in your new skin?

I'm not sure now if the inside 

has also been renewed,

changed.


And if it is only on the outside, 

that we have changed together.



https://feversofthemind.com/2023/03/15/poetry-showcase-lynn-white-march-2023/?fbclid=IwAR0y2dPiso8dJRwqSF5tArcrshXC0TrZVw_l_2qs2HTIB2r1eKGQctbTt6w


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