The Wordsmith

Poetry and Shorts by Brent Allen Bennett

New Skin

My shadow’s growing taller
And I think it’s shedding skin
I’m feeling like a snake
Turning out what was within
And it’s getting colder
I’m growing older
And feeling bolder
But I still can’t

The man in the mirror keeps
Giving me that dirty, evil eye
While the new muscles
On my shoulders
Are begging me to
Try to spread my wings

The sensation in the air is
Screaming out to me
“Let go”
But I can’t

And it’s getting colder
I’m growing older
Feeling bolder
But I just can’t

Let go

Still my shadow’s growing taller
I can feel the shedding skin
Dropping piece by piece
And flake by flake
Turning out what was within

Everyone can see now
That my heart is on my sleeve
And all these thoughts that have plagued me
Are here for the world to see
But without my leather skin
I’m getting colder
And with every tick and tock
Just another second older
With every flake that drops
I feel I’m growing bolder
But I can’t let go

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