Changing skin

The snake skin doesn't fit me anymore.

It happened one day
when changing my skin,
I couldn't find one to wear
I was left in the flesh
standing still
~
I lingered
without skin
feeling the breeze
the cold of the night
and the sunlight
~
Maybe they hid my feather cloak
I don't know where I kept the fox fur
and the snake skin doesn't fit me anymore
~
Despite the discomfort
perhaps it's a blessing
Because, after all,
I can weave a skin that fits me better.

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