Under The Skin


My outside skin no longer fitted me well,

didn’t always represent me

didn't look like I still feel

like I still am.


So I dispensed with it,

wrote it off,

turned it

inside out

and now I’m intact

in the pink

myself 

at last

I think.


And therefore I am

the same person

under the skin.

I’m sure I am.


The outside has changed

but inside my skin

I am still intact

in the pink

of myself 

as before.

I think

I am.




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