Clouded by doubt and pain,
Failure slithers in.
Cutting old thick skin,
Down on my knees again.
Just feel like quitting,
Admitting defeat.
Retreating,
Shedding my skin.
Brush away the tears,
You faced those fears,
Layered through the years.
Scraping by The obstacles,
Fed through the ears.
Limits to my existence,
Awaken the chance.
A vessel of resistance,
Keeping distance.
Patiently mending,
Becoming Complacent.
Sliding adjacent,
To the Way Things Are,
We don't slither far.
Hiding in the dark,
Afraid to Shed the skin,
Of who they think you are.
Fitting in,
And Failing,
Again and again.
Scraping and peeling,
Feeling Exhausted.
The old is falling,
The past is withering,
As you slither into your new skin.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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