We only ever feel at home in our own skin
Then why does mine feel so thin?
So fleeting, like it’s not even mine
I seek another body from another time
This one so unfamiliar, so foreign to me
My former so central to my identity
These eyes never witnessed the beauty of them
My chest never held, or soothed
I’ll have to muster my patience
Bear this unknown skin
Accept it’ll change others’ impression
Of me, but did a body ever truly change a soul?