Below is the poem entitled Second Skin which was written by poet
Ouellet. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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We are all afraid of what is beyond. Beyond our imagination. Let the stars guide you home. Death is not a ending. It's awaking to a new world with new concepts and paths. When a apple rots and fades away it leaves seeds behind to start a new. Birth, death and rebirth. We die and are given back to the earth. We feed her while our souls feed another life. We never really die, we just shed a second skin.