I Am She

She used to be me.  That is, I used to be she.

I have since unzipped and stepped out of her skin, quite literally.

I could not speak of her then, as I could never, ever, see, the massive forest for the surrounding trees.

She was the walking wounded.  The prey.  Or predator maybe.

Either way, now she is me.  I am she, and I can very, very, clearly see.

S. Conde