I don’t want to be any of the things I was before.
Shedding the skin and dropping the mask
and breathe just as I am.
Possibly nothing and probably a failure
in someone’s thoughts.
Yet, not sure if all that doing and being has value to me now.
Just unsure and stepping back to observe reactions
when I am still
not just mine but other’s too.
Encountering disappointment that I do not own.
Encountering anger that does not arise from me.
Yet it is present and blowing in my face
with gentle fury of one who wants me to be
always doing something.