Like a snake peeling off old skin
A casing it’s no longer in
We grow uncomfortable
And lose our sparkle
We run and hide
Go off our food and pull aside
Our gaze clouds over
Our futures blur
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We grow defensive and skittish
Crave humidity to mask our dryness
Seek the rough, not just the smooth
Itch to break off the old, reveal the new
The change in us others doubt
Still delicately exposed, we venture out
Shedding the only skin we have ever known
A surprising sign that we have grown.
~Michelle Sherlock~
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