Sunday, 31 May 2009
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Shedding
Shedding off my skin
peeling off the layers of these false friends
who have gotten underneath
so easily; like dirt within fingernails.
They only wear me down
The aging flesh looks backwards at me
from it's twisting path.
Wrinkled, torn and ravaged
by false words and promises.
There is newness underneath;
fresh Spring dawning.
My steps are lithe once again.
Let the seasons turn the old
into fragmented leaves
before the soil devours it.
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