Coming Out Of My Shell

A humorous but hopefully insightful comment on reimagining oneself

All the King's horses and all the Kings men

Are so ineffective when there’s something to mend

I know from experience for I took a fall

Reliance on others did nothing at all

When your shell is all broken, and your guts have spilled out

Authority figures just don’t hold that much clout

To reckon with Demons who escape through the cracks

And turn back upon you, your soul to attack

The King's men and horses don’t understand well

Why they're useless for reconstructing a fragmented shell

The shell of my ego was fractured to bits

All my thoughts ran together when I lost my wits

Without its protection, my fall scrambled my core

I just wasn't the same as I had been before

From the fall that I took something troubling awoke

A deep-seated feeling that I ruptured my yoke

A smart-ass psychiatrist might put it like this

Long before my shell fractured there was something amiss

Exoskeletal reliance is now understood

To reflect maladaptation under one's hood

Once my shell had been broken, I was left with no choice

To rise like a Phoenix, I had to find my own voice

So I labored in solitude to restore my mind

Stumbling forward leaving my shell behind

Still, slowly time healed me, I regained my sight

I began to see my way out of the night

I saw that my shell had broken only just when

I really did not need to put it back together again