I never dreamt
I’d be so anxious
To shed an identity
As a snake sheds its skin
Aching to grow
And yet bound by
Measurements of the past

I have never been more myself
Than who I am with you
And as I clothe myself
In the blood
And in righteousness
I will clothe myself
In your name
Proclaim to the world
I am yours
As much or more than
I am mine

And my discarded skin
Once so cherished
Is tired and dried by the sun

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