For a Thursday

Chameleon – I am

Until I need to be me.

and then my constantly

adapting skin gets confused;

Breaks out in spots that don’t match.

I seem to lose

Focus on

what I love

imaging and reimagining

second guessing

eyes wide

caught in the headlights

of an unfinished backdrop.

And I don’t blend –

No longer comfortable, standing in –

Standing out

against the background

Into which I wish to disappear.

How does one not blend

but still not break?