Snakeskin

I am

Come forward into now.

Old wisdom is just that,

Old.

And it falls away

Like cracking clay,

Peeling away

Like old worn skin.

The “new me” snake

So much bigger than

The old.

I look

At my discarded self

And wonder,

How did I ever fit

In that?

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