My skin holds...

The novels
My skin holds,
That has clung to my vessel,
(For oh so long)
Screaming many stories all at once,
Hoping I’d fall back into one,
So they can resume writing my life…
Oh how pissed off they are that,
I've evolved without letting them catch up…
Oh how sad it is that I'm not falling for their crap..
And how crazy I am to consistently 
Be starting over, 
scrap that chapter 
and changing directions.
The chronicles of my past,
How they attempt to stir me,
Shift me backwards and
Fail every time…
The novels my skin held onto,
From time to time echos aloud in my mind,
Reminding of what was,
Now will never be…
And so I laugh turning inward,
I say, “ You thought you got the best of me
But you didn’t. I have the best of me,
It's still going and growing.”
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror2023
(I am not done yet!)