Changing

I could tell you of my bones
Aching in old weather
But green like someone
Has only just moved in

They bend and grow inside
Gnarled like old leather
But yearning with promise
Of sunshine to come

Pouring into my stomach
All lightning and acid
Chipping at my spine
Restitching it new

You cast me in a different mould
So my hands aren't where
My brain last put them
A new frame crammed inside
Churning beneath numb skin
So it won't show up in photos.