by lonewolfpoetry

This exile of my own devising

keeps me submerged.

If I do not say what I know to be true

then maybe it need not be true.

I have become wickedly talented at deceiving myself.

The fear of change, of transforming

into a monstrosity in the eyes of others

silences me.

But this tight web I have knitted around me

is unravelling. I can feel those sinister spiders

creeping away. Seeking more reliable darkness.

My approaching nudity terrifies me.

But not nearly so much as suffocating myself

in that exile of my own devising. So,

I shall shake these cobwebs away.