Snake at Your Doorstep

I won't ask you to save me. I doubt that
You can, and, anyway, that would be
Asking too much. This creature you've
Found in your doorway's almost like
A snake. I've an urge to get out of my
Skin, but I've nothing beneath it to
Bring me much comfort. I'll writhe
And I'll rage, and you'll want to be rid
Of me. Likewise, I'm keen to be rid
Of myself, but, when I search for
A more congenial skin, the ones which
I see don't seem very appealing. It's
Awful to hate who you are, and then
Realize you'd rather not be someone
Else.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-20 at 00:05

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, Dylan says, in a song: "I'm tryin' to get as far away from myself as I can"..
and Essra Mohawk once presented a song called New Skins For Old..

https://www.google.com/search?q=youtube+essra+mohawk+new+skins+for+old
2024-03-20


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A bit of sanity in the World! It might read fanciful, but the underlying message is something that many people have said. I think the next phase to this thinking is to realise that since you don't want another skin, the one you have can't be all that bad. Then comes love for yourself. (Metaphorically speaking of course!) Blessings, Allen
2024-03-20