I am walking backwards
On the stairway of life
I am stripping off
The layers of my skin
Slowly, one by one
With each goes a memory
An experience
A failure, a triumph
Sometimes just a sensation
As I am pulling off
The dust that accumulated
On my spirits and soul
I was hoping I could see once more
The shape of the person in which I was born
The original, clean self
Unharmed, untouched, undressed
With no imposed thoughts
With no social constructs
Peeling layer after layer
Yet the skin is still thick
How far did I go in tainting myself?
Is there any way back?
Is that what they call the revocation of the ‘I’?
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago