.
Pieces of me break away
and drift off,
like dandelion in the sunlight.
Hit this hard,
shattering my shell,
the corrosion layer,
built up in my course.
.
Never gave a thought
to how much I needed
the impact,
and I reverberate
like a gong
in the late summer.
.
“Cast away that which hinders you.”
The old wisdom still holds,
and that layer
of sickness,
which became armor,
is now gone.
.
I feel the cool breeze on my skin,
and the kiss of the afternoon.
For the first time
in a long time,
I am vulnerable
and I feel so light.
.
It’s gonna take some time to heal.
No one gets hit
so hard that they shatter,
and don’t carry that around
for a while.
But the days will get easier,
than if I were still covered
in all the scabs and scale
that I was before.
.
Will it grow back?
No, not as it was.
The armor I put on now,
I can put on by choice.
I will learn a better way
and do differently
than I have until now.
My future deserves that much.
.
Afternoon turns to evening,
and I sit here on my porch,
still watching the wind
take little parts of me.
It’s too late, now
to regret,
so why bother?
.
I’ve made so many mistakes,
and I’m gonna make some more,
but this time,
I won’t have to wear them
like armor.
.
.
HG – 2020
