I’m molting
Staying the same but different.
I can feel myself softening
Is my time being well-spent ?
Change is a lovely phenomena
One person can set it off.
My heart quivers like a ballerina, doing her humble dance. My heart has become soft.
I am a rude reptile.
My molt must now stay behind with my fellows.
I am reborn sterile.
Life has become bright and yellow.