It (Internal Thought)
It lives inside, searching for warmth
Lurking, slithering, hiding - a presence to many yet a stranger to All
Alone in the shadows, it fears for its life,
Searching, Searching, Searching, desperately seeking a way out -
A way towards redemption, a path towards the Light.
Casted out from society, It lives alone in the depths of the woods,
Consumed by the unapologetic howls - howls of beasts filling the emptiness of the abyss,
Yet in the darkest moment - It shines a light.
It ignites a fire, one that burns bright,
Refusing to be silenced, It sheds its coat,
Peeling away its obstacles, in the form of a hollow shell, one that is now left behind,
For It has been reborn.
No longer a beast, but a man amongst Man
An equal amongst others, an equal who showed that It can,
No longer a slave to its own manifestation,
But rather the destroyer of its shackles, along with all its limitations,
Unchained.