New Skin

I'll gather my fears into a box, I'll face my monsters, I'll script my day even though dawn has gone ahead. I'll tunnel my fears to the bottomless depth, I'll walk out of melancholy’s room, I’ll let light in through its window brightening its portraits. I'll take off anxiety's attire, Disperse its odious trail, I'll fuel my passion, I'll find harmony in each day. I'll come out of the shadows of gloom, I'll propel my internal mechanism, Go past shrivelled meadow, I'll permute my thoughts in the tranquil night. December 9, 2023.