welcoming unwelcome changes

i am moulting
losing my scales
its a nondescript feeling
there are no wails

i am cutting
the dead wood
its a nondescript feeling
i know i should

there is no pleasure
of tying up loose ends whatsoever
 pain though of losing

 the baby with the bathwater.

life goes on, it has to,
hopes there will be no new skin
to be shed,no more dead wood
to be chopped and thrown in the bin.

and if there are any,
well, thats life :)