Hiding behind a velvet skinned disguise

A mole mines,

Beneath your hopes and dreams.


He burrows,

Softly, with large pink hands

And no eyes to see

The damage he has done.

Your insecurities have no choice but to crumble,

And leave your psyche wriggling.


He only stops to sniff when he finds your core:

Your rock,

And who you really are.

It is at this point you must use it,

Your weapon,

You must rise, strongly.

Your rock,

Your core

Has the power to banish this doubt

This depression

And it must, it will.


The doubt has no chance but to scurry away.

It will come back, but only as a weaker being

Whereas you’ll be twice as strong.


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