Morphing Into

17/04/23

I keep wanting to see me -
keep wanting to meet me -
keep seeing glimpses, a hue, a sheen of that person,
still disconnected from the “who”

but I see the focus. 
I see the hyper awareness of this “new”.
and I see the way you’re repelled
by this layer you’ve ordained as dirt

So I’ll scrub again,
cleanse again,
to dissolve the glimpses of me -
for a few days at least

This constant pruning 
leads to regrowth
and you wouldn’t prune suddenly visible roots
of an old tree

Acquiesce - 
sooner rather than later.
I don’t want glimpses anymore