Friday 9 September 2011

Shed

I am a snake who has just shed his skin
and I'm staring at the pile in disgust.
Is that really the state that I have been in;
stained with self-doubt, sadness and stressful rust?

But mai pen rai, I am rid of it now
and I am happy with my current coat,
and before this freshened world I avow
to take each mouse that I catch by the throat.

For I know I've rid myself of dead weight
when I moulted old skin and slithered free
from everything about me that I hate
to everything that I would like to be.

And I just can't let this defeat me once more,
dead skin shouldn't drag me down to the floor.

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