Year of the snake

I am trying
so very hard
to rid myself
of this twenty-and-some-years skin
and heavy
with expectations of
how to look and
what to say and
who to be.
I have walked in those boxes
for far too long
wearing holes in the toes of my shoes
wearing bruises on
soles and souls
I was built to endure but
not to shrink
and I think
it’s time to shed.

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