As the hermit crab haphazardly shed
what he once was—
so did I.
A shell of my former self
seemed to covet the asylum that used to contain me.
It no longer seems to serve me.
How do we forgive ourselves for all the things
we did Not become?
Lost opportunities fizzled into the distance
coupled with the forgone shell.
I molt in parallel to the hermit crab,
continuing on while leaving behind
what I used to be.