familiar

where did it all go wrong?
when did things change?
how did i mess up and become so ashamed?

my thoughts have turned and i'm not the same

i can barely remember who i was back then

but something remains
small but alive
it stirs me at night
and won't go away when i close my eyes

it speaks of restoration
peace and hope
but i'm afraid of the pain i know will come

the ripping away of who i've become
the shedding of this tight skin i've put on

each layer will be torn with gentle strong hands
breaking and healing all at once

but my pride pushes
the life away and forces
me to accept
the person i am

the person i am not