Feel like clawing
off my skin

Like these changes
can’t happen
quickly enough

I’ve outgrown
this version of me

And these leftover
remnants
of who was once me
are clinging on

And they’re beyond
uncomfortable

They’re burning me

And instead
of turning to ash
that I could
wipe away gently

I’m watching them
burn scars
so I won’t forget
everything it took
to separate out
the things
that no longer serve me

And I know
that to some
change comes
with more ease
and grace
and what we often
think of as beauty

But for me
there’s no killing me softly
as I burn
at my own hands

I burn in agony

This is my version
of grace and beauty

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