Sun

Light

Living in my skin

When daylight reaches past 8

And arises before 7

An axe splits open my shell

A familiar coffin of cobwebs

Spun in shadows and doubt

Sealing me in despair

I wander blind through dark months

Will someone kill the groundhog please

Light

Come and find me

I want to feel the sun

Surrounded by rain chill & soft lofty clouds

Let me be free

Bring me out into a spacious place

Where everything is green

This poem is about: 
Me

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