This number on my wrist is shedding,
Breaking through its shell to reveal a fresh, smooth surface.
Little pieces of colorful skin lay before me
Like confetti from a party that’s long over.
I’ve been instructed to let it peel on its own,
Not to pick at it or help it along.
It’s funny how this little needle-and-ink induced scab
Can relate so much to my life.
I reached the end of an amazing time
And my outer shell hardened to protect what is inside,
But it’s time, now, for the shell peel away;
To heal and allow new growth.
I just have to remember not to pick at it,
Nature will take its course and it will happen in time.
I will emerge with new skin as a new person,
Never to forget the layers that have peeled away,
But to learn from them, and move on.