Saturday, November 23, 2013

poem - 28 July 2006

When we see ourselves truthfully
a little bit of our shadow selves begin to die,
crumbling like a lost book, the information dead
and long forgotten. We must be ready and
willing to shed our dead skin and wake up
refreshed and sensitive, our new skin glowing
without the aid of glorified lies and stories
not researched well enough.
We have lost, I think, a little bit of what it
means to be human, but still it is a small
sacrifice to weigh – the shedding is painful
and long lasting.

(copyright 2006 Kimberly Richardson)

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