Hiding behind a velvet skinned disguise
A mole mines,
Beneath your hopes and dreams.
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:
And who you really are.
It is at this point you must use it,
You must rise, strongly.
Has the power to banish this doubt
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.