I am New

Unconventional prose poem?

I am a 

shell of my former self - 

molting and morphing into a

whole new state of being.

I stand before you, naked

with my battle scars showing like

beams of light lifting me into the sky.

I am new.

You may see me as

this other person, this child who

has not quite grown up - 

who listens to voices in her head

and dances with fairies but I -

I see myself for 

who I really am.

Who I have become.

Who I will be.

And who I have been.

I arch my back, spread my arms so that the wings

surge out of me like painful disks

that erupt change like a hot lava volcano.

Yes.

I 

AM

NEW.