Ophidiophobia
Like snakes shed their skin,
I shed my self doubts through creating;
detail by detail, inch by inch,
I turn thoughts phyiscal, I am translating
when I immerse myself in each piece;
The colors comfort me, the hues hold me,
I am powerful for a moment
I have found my place, finally I am carefree
until
I turn the next page
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