I think I’m ready to shed this skin.

Worn in, like that sun bleached tee-

Tattered, like parts of me are missing

Hanging on to what seems to exist but doesn’t-

Numb, so numb I can’t even feel the snow.

This skin I’ve worn, for the past decade is torn,

Ragged, faded into oblivion where you don’t exist.

I think I’m ready to conquer this world:

Book in hand, words in my mind, me: alone.

But that’s ok, I am the Queen of this Kingdom

Anyways. I have found my way, I can trust myself

More than ever. I know when it feels like it’s time-

Let me go, let my scent to the woods and forget

My name. I think I’m ready to shed this skin.