Today’s post is short and sweet. At first glance it seems somewhat eerie and icky but its meaning, once appreciated below face value, is profound. Sound at least it is for me, as this week the feeling of shedding skin is what is most alive for me. I share it not be understood or for more understanding but I do it for you. For you to relate to my words, worthy of leading you deeper into your skin, so you can see for yourself whether it’s time for you too to shed some skin. Thanks for your support and for reading my content! I say, until soon, yours truly, Nick
As a snake the fine line between old and new slithers.
In the present it snakes, black left and white right,
alongside past and future.
Left, cravings of comfort, stilled by old beliefs and has-beens,
create dissonance. Right, resonance
to be found only amid dreams of future being,
of un-lived beginnings,
of shed skin.
It is time to undo of its weight,
of its sleeve once befitting,
yet which now impairs
in begetting and having.
To release this frail fabric,
macabre in its macramé knitting,
a weave leaving in its wake trails of sorrow
and sadness for not shedding.
Now, time has come, to feel
sympathy and indebtedness,
gratefulness and thanks
for the skin of old,
and find consolation
and comfort in the one new.
This present-day forming
of new outer layers
suitable and fitting,
worthy of the value of self
I see and have seen for long
stretches of time,
yet I, for the sake of hiding,
hid and lost out of sight.
Time it is to trust
the discomfort, this prospect of now,
of true potential awaiting.
It’s a process,
this shedding,
most uncomfortable,
its traces seemingly surfacing,
its signs sticky and sticking me,
but of which its rise is rather rewarding.
This seems future knowing
but it’s a present belief
I hold, and so I progress
to be free of old
and anew in what awaits.
Inevitable as it all is
I release and set free
I trust. I true.
I skin, then shed.