it's the time of the year
that i shed my dead
weight
and baggage strips
away from me like
skin on a snake
my former layer
decomposed
a new me arose,
(and with grace)
it's time i debut
my new face.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
