by Brianna G. Harte
A creature so vile,
crawling faster than your chest can heave,
bites at your shadow
til your soul feels torn.
It corners the strong defiance,
fighting for small successes
with slick movements,
so bold, so defined.
The rough scales of the offender,
weakening the smooth shield of perseverance,
make you hide,
hide away into the deep depths beneath the surface.
You must not hibernate,
no matter how sickly its motions sound.
You must stand tall,
even with its teeth bared at your calves.
This is your life to survive,
a golden egg to preserve,
not yet cracked and not yet fully formed.
Do not ever let it go
and do not let the creature take it.
Else fear will take over.
Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.