Second Skin

I was born in a home

wrapped in flesh and blood

nutrients oozing through its walls

beating with the rhythm of my own heart

I was brought up in a home

with a hundred helping hands

carrying me around in circles

hugging and holding my tender body

I lived in a home

of dust and smoke

soot layered in the walls and floor

washed with water, oil and soap

I left a home

sunlight filtering through the ceiling

creepers crawling across its walls

with smells of wood and metal

Homes grew around me

like layers of skin

protecting, shielding

feeling, allowing

aging, wrinkling

peeling, disappearing

Sunlight shines on my epidermis

Brings back to vision, my story

birthmarks from the womb

a scar from childhood

bruised knees from broken floors

a glowing face from the sun rays itself

There is yet a home to build

of love, companionship and caresses

of hands gripping into soil and bricks made of mud

growing with, evolving along, caring for, tending to

who will i house within my home

beings who seek shelter

my skin expands

bigger and bigger

until it covers the Earth