My skin is peeling.

I stood in the sunlight this morning and realised… the
skin on my hands are peeling. There are two shades.
The old one has a dry almost caked look to it but the
new skin is pink and fresh... and nice.

It’s like this piece I wrote once about decaying, in
which I said that every day I decay so that the old
skin, the old me, the old mindsets will die and new
ones will develop.

I wonder [if only briefly before I go back to the
hectic world]:
Is my soul peeling?
Is my spirit peeling?
Is my mind peeling?

Is the only change going on an outward appearance with
no inward relevance?

My skin is peeling.

Tracy J H



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