A POEM

You're exploring a profound and relatable human experience – the constant evolution of self. This journey through different "faces" and "skins," while seeking the unchanging "inner core," is rich with themes of stoicism, philosophy, and psychology.

Here's a poem that aims to capture that essence:

The Shifting Skin

So many faces I have worn, Each skin a fleeting cloak, now torn. A voice, a glance, a different guise; New teeth and nails and hair surprise.

Can constancy survive this flame? No river ever stays the same. My inner core still whispers, "Here," Through countless lives of joy and fear.

A blurred parade, a tapestry Of versions I no longer see. This current form, a stranger’s face, A mask I wear with heavy grace.

To shed this skin, must I just wait At some arriving, distant gate? The river flows, the current’s slow— Where is the self I long to know?

Gemini