Shedding My Skin
“I’ve kicked the habit
Shed my skin . . .”
~ Peter Gabriel So
Sometimes when I write, I shed my skin, exposing what’s beneath. It often feels too raw, too new—this fresh skin that’s not quite accustomed to the light and the elements of life around me. I feel too vulnerable, too transparent, so I rush to cover it with other words, with humor, with an opaque cloak.
That opaque cloak, even though it might mimic a safe environment, voids the transparency with which I want to greet the world, with which I want to meet life—head-on, open, clear, innocent, trusting, ready to shed yet another skin, another layer, to feel life and all its elements.