Feet on the grass

My coat is hanging in the solitary locker
And misses my action and sweat.
My purple gloves lie lifeless
In a forgotten bin.
I left my exoskeleton and can now freely walk
On the dewy grass.

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Confetti heart

Your carapace has toughened
And your being is protected
Though your heart still beats fast
And the fear hasn’t left.
Only what you hold within
Makes a difference
And your knowledge, the details, the wanderings
Like confetti decorate your potential.
The day has come
Sooner than expected.