What do we do with our past selves?
I face them and try them on for size
One, is fitting a little too tightly
The other, the colour no longer suits me
The third, is too heavy to carry me to where I need to go
The many skins I have shed
Have left me raw and exposed and vulnerable
I can’t turn back
The only way is onward
And the road ahead is unpredictable
With no one left to help me
I look up to the skies and say
My body is yours
Mould me into what I must become
Kay O' Neill 