Growing Pains at My Age?

It doesn’t fit anymore

This skin I’m in,

This hat I wear,

This person I’ve been.

 

It all feels so strange

Like it's someone elses

Like it’s too big or too tight

In all the wrong places.

 

I squirm at the discomfort

I itch with the stretch

From the pull of the world

I twist and push against.

 

I yearn to be free

Like I must have felt once

When I was younger

And without shape,

Before I knew I was.

 

As I twist, itching and squirming

I feel something new yet unknown

Something heavy and unseen:

A birthing pain in my neck

Stretching and pushing me out.