Losing Myself Poem by naomi deluca

This skin I carry
Is strange unfamiliar and scary
Petrifying, that every move is stiff,
Absolutely terrifying

Sensitive to the touch,
I can no longer feel anything
Unable to speak,
I have become the quiet and cloudless sky

Looking at myself
I can not come to recognize
This face, that stares back at me
Aged, yet graceful, confused and painful

Transparent, I've become
A paper attached to a closed book
Unreadable & unpredictable

I am lost in this new,
Numb, body,
I have lost myself
Consumed with an odd skin
Not mine but in a way
Still mine, my own, me