thrown HIGH.

self.rebel.awareness.

...shedding my skin
I'm transforming,
leaving the past behind.
sprouting from my self, again...
these are my wings,
I've shed them away.
like a stone I fell
Down.
now... it's my turn to
betray the sky.
I'm a stone,
thrown HIGH.
 

Reviews

[Pinky]

Very deep write i really liked it!

[Shelly Wiseberg]

Transforming oneself in shedding old skin of confinement is only a stone throws away, haha

[Kristoco]

As in life we all shed our skin many times. It is what we do figuratively as we grow. Great poem!