Molt

“Molt “

The cocoon splits

And I push out into the new world

Fresh wings and a willing heart

I chase the sun

And all the new possibilities

The skin of my past falls to the floor once again

And I slither away into the grass

Seeking a new beginning

A new temptation

The shell cracks

As I beak little openings into the unknown

My fragile jail crumbles away

And I step innocent into the world

Wanting the touch of anything unfamiliar

Broken, battered and bruised

Time is healing my scars

And my change from one person to another comes cautiously

I dare to open doors that I should not

And I knock on others

All just searching for me

And world to call mine

One of these rabbit holes will be my victory

Or even another level of my undoing

But I am ok with that

I am ok with me

I am ready to change and experience all that comes with it

Robert Lloyd

20 May 2016