Shedding Skin…

I move,

A day into the next,

A month into the next,

A year, into the next.

Shedding skin.

Not half the man I was.

Traded –

For the infinite possibility of who I could’ve been.

An empty thunder echoing the past.

Of broken bridges built to last.

I am just a fragment of who I was.

Push through the tides, each day.

And for what?

A 100 days of changing shades,

Yet one choice denied.

You can never go back in time.

Trying a 100 veils each day,

Which never feel the same.

Because the fire was elsewhere kept.

Where it through the night into morning wept.


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