Beneath

Peel my flesh Remove this mask Allow the shedding Take what was To litter at my feet Let it feed my foundation Let it waste to loam Lay me bare against The setting sun Loose my doubt to daybreak When I tremble in breeze It will be with rage buried beneath The whisper of my voice Deepens with The transformations Of seasons Until the remnants Of what I was die Again

A piece of papery bark is peeled from the surface of a lichen covered Paper Birch. (Betula cordifolia)

2017 Nikon D60, 55-200mm Lens.

Photographed in situ, without the use of artificial lighting or staging. Photoshop only used for resizing.

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Today is my 3rd anniversary on Tezos, within the fourth year in isolation, but a new beginning.

This past year has been a whirlwind of near constant compounding traumas, deaths and interwoven heartbreaks which has been enmeshed with the global horrors and the falling of an empire. I feel like a different person within my internal world. I have become something new, healing my own body and mind, being my own physician and my own advocate. I am alone, and have only myself to rely on to begin this new cycle.

I don't have time. But I'm still alive.

Tezos Anniversary - Year 3