To be, or even not to be,
That is not the question;
But what to do with every day,
With all in my possession.
It isn’t where I land that counts,
But how I make each stride;
It’s less what I accumulate
Than what I’m like inside.
Category Archives: Identity
ReMolt
It wasn’t the stranger in her skin
but the skin she didn’t own;
the mirror lied to her for years
in countenance unknown.
But when she learned her truest self
was trapped beneath that skin,
she stretched her soul and slipped it off,
re-molted genuine.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 