I’ve finally grown into my skin
as I did into old clothes,
hand-me-downs.
When they fit, that was it
they were mine.

So were thoughts I picked up
along way. I let many stray.
They didn’t fit
as I stretched and began
to begin.

I’m comfortable now
with thoughts and my days,
the way each starts and ends.
No need to pretend to be
someone I’m not.

There’s always a place to join in
that fulfills what life asks and
though all things pass
I wouldn’t miss this
for any ol’ thing.

I feel free ... so glad to be.
I’m ready now; I’ve leaned how
to sing along with the song
and I’m in! I’ve finally grown
into my skin.

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