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
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.