The dance of rebirth

 

I have been building layers

unconsciously.

Pilling on defences,

worn in misery.

Slapping on barriers,

creating walls of skin that I feel

uncomfortable wearing.

I let them become weathered in.

Until I could no longer tell

the skin from the masking

membrane skeleton within.

 

But now I grip upon that surface,

and I tear, pulling away layers,

chunks of raw hurt. I take the good

and discard the dirt.

Keeping the lessons, and lessening the

moments of pure despair.

I feel the sting of skin pulling clear,

the ache of so many years...

 

Of neglect.

 

I strip. A piece at a time,

becoming lighter.

Feeling my limbs springing back

like a newborn lamb.

Tightened, by years of strain,

but easing in the warming rain

and the sunshine

that bursts down upon them.

 

On the ground,

so much discarded pain,

so many memories, dissolving fast

in the summer heat.

And in my heart a rhythm,

a song with a rising beat,

and now I can finally move,

I let myself dance.

Enjoying the way

the world feels

under my feet.