</>Nothing feels quite right
As I wait for a revelation
To sink in and make all
Those demons go away;
The nightmares
The addictions to cover
The cures to save
Turning over and around
The one-eighties, yet
I still don't feel comfortable
In my skin.
I don't know where it started
Or where it will end
For life appears to be good
Yet I don't feel comfortable
In my skin.
I know it's about letting go
But some dark areas
That I don't understand
A clenched fist holds tight
As I try to reach out and
Extend my hand; to feel
The stretch and the closing in
On the outstretched hand
Of someone I'm just meeting,
Of a lover or friend; for only
Then, only when, will I finally
Feel comfortable in my skin.
1989
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