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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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