“Growing”

The

“I”

is changing. Each layer

that comes

off

burns away

slowly.

Growing Pains.

With the lighter

in my hand

I go back

and forth

with myself about what I will do

knowing

that I must set

a part of myself

free

from the

hold of the old.

Its inevitable.

At least thats how it feels

like I am being

blown forward

towards a blinding

horizon

too afraid to go with it

so I look back

at where I was

and hold out my arms

to slow things down.

“Growing”

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