Ophidiophobia

Like snakes shed their skin,

I shed my self doubts through creating;

detail by detail, inch by inch, 

I turn thoughts phyiscal, I am translating

when I immerse myself in each piece;

The colors comfort me, the hues hold me,

I am powerful for a moment 

I have found my place, finally I am carefree

until

I turn the next page

This poem is about: 
Me

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