Lift


I change like a chameleon,
I shed my skin like a snake,
And if I’m lucky enough…
I leave my entire body behind like a cicada.

I relinquish one frail form for another,
Exiting the womb in uneven strides,
Until death.
Even then, the change is not permanent.

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