Identity
Can’t stay a caterpillar and
become a butterfly.
Growing, hermit crab must
leave his shell to find another.
A tadpole, I need to
give up my old self to
become something fully new.
Still hard to shed an unneeded identity.
Take it off like an old white coat,
out of fashion, wrong size,
uncomfortable in summer.
Need freedom to grow.
Keep the title,
discard the responsibility.
Giving up a medical license is not
becoming “Other”.
My dog will still know me.
The tail end caught me by much surprise. Actually just made me totally reenvision the whole piece. Awesome!
The message of your poem is powerful- I love the last line “My dog will know me” I think, it rounded off the whole piece. Brilliant!