It’s happening.

The peeling of my skin.

My vulnerability is becoming visible.

I regret the day I started picking this wound.

Thinking the healing process would be quick.

Thinking that a perfect scab would form, to house the damage.

I lied.

Naively convincing myself that the issue was only on the surface.

But this disease had burrowed itself


Befriending the child within, over misery and emptiness. 

Building a home out of childhood wishes and teenaged promises. 

I am grateful of this home of protection. 

But it is time for me to heal.

Let me go.