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


Until then

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?



One Comment Add yours

  1. elainajhunt says:

    Wow. I absolutely admire this poem! Just brilliant!

    Liked by 1 person

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