Haute Couture

Nothing left to prove

To myself

Others who judge

Judge a past

In the past

Outdated beliefs and

Worn-out layers of ill-fitting clothing--obsolete uniform

Not defined by my past

But my future

The future's as much

A part of my life

As my past

But the one that's malleable

To discard what's done and bestow a new wardrobe--bespoke and personified

My present is busy

Crossing that line

Minute by minute

Sentiment by sentiment

When my present falls away

My future lands solidly in its place

Any my clothes finally fit--my colors, my path, myself