Ex-Human

up and down, maybe it is getting better, this and that, maybe, better to fight like a wild animal, fight yourself.

Of fangs
and wilderness;
transformation.

I slowly
self-digest;
permutation.

As I spew
old bones and flesh.

As I bleed
to wake afresh.

As I wrap
my old skin new.

As I grew
new wings and flew.

***
Jumped off the flaky-stigma,
top corner of shelf;
painted with tar and tears.

Stretched babywings, glossylike
and full of courage;
leaving weak-cliched fears.

Reviews

[kris reed]

Loved this poem! Not sure if I got the meaning right, but it made me think about consuming myself with my own thoughts under the believe that each new one is the key, what I've been needing to know before "flying" only to end back at the start. Yeah, on second examination, your poem is why more uplifting than that, maybe?

[SilverFish]

Hi, thanks for commenting! It is about transforming from old ways and trying to overcome yourself and fighting the place that makes you feel stuck. It could be a wish to do better, to evolve, to gain strength and to achieve new life, or it could be a relieved sigh and a goodbye to old ways, as you force yourself to improve. I guess, if you can't change your place and your surroundings all that much, all that is left is to become a new kind of animal, and look for other options. Independence and confidence, in short terms, hehehe. :)

[just Penny]

"I slowly
self-digest;
permutation.

As I spew
old bones and flesh"

I love these lines, so fresh and creative, that tell a clear picture of what is passing and what will be. Interesting format. Nicely done. Penny

[MOON]

Thought provoking write, finding your voice yourself. Lovely flow.

[SilverFish]

Thank you for your thoughts! While I whisper, poetry shouts, so it's good therapy. :)