Shedding

Maybe a kind of deep grieving

Attends each shedding

Of old layers of skins

Old ways of living

We have grown so comfortable with

But in time only serve

To arrest the flow

Of burgeoning life force within

Is this why I am crying now?

The tears a kind of deep cleansing

And a surrender of old ways

I thought would last

But need to pass

If am to keep

Growing

Changing

Moving forward

Into my larger life?