POETRY
In This Skin
A poem
I got nothing from this world,
but the peace of my skin.
I can go out and roam about,
as freely as I please.
Wander the streets at my whim,
slip through gaping holes, and never be seen;
stand in plain sight and never be seen.
A shadow without a form,
a silhouette against pitch black.
a thief in broad sun.
I often wonder,
what those with fame might trade,
for a single day,
in my life as a stray.
What would they pay
for just one day,
in this simple body,
as a nobody?
A faceless face, in a sea of others just like me.
With no faux smiles,
or twinkling eyes…
No need to hide,
no camera’s in sight,
for just a while.
A day in the life,
in this skin worth no disguise,
might be worthwhile,
to those with far more than I.
Thanks for reading!