Shedding Skin

My insides are screaming. I can feel my soul quake within its fragile cage. Who am I? With my face buried deep in the crackling soil of my hands, I weep to replenish the earth. My elbows crack and whimper. My vertebrae like dominos fall piece by piece. And it all comes tumbling down. I sit broken; shedding skin once again. The voices of my past echo in my empty heart. I exhale nostalgia and inhale denial. My new self sulks in the shadows of confusion. It's time to begin again. Time construct a stronger exterior, one that will keep me from falling apart. When you are a child, adults tell you to enjoy it while you can. I never understood the sincerity of their warnings. Until it was too late.