in the face of
little but powerful voices
that are afraid of persevering.

Gets good stuff done,
in line with my volition–

even if the feeling,
is somewhat like
my skin from my body slowly peeling,

to leave my soul exposed,
a transformation interposed
twixt the terror
and the giddy hope
of my intended Life
at last come to the light
and ripening
toward fruition.

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