It’s not you, it’s me

I am a lone wolf with only survival in mind.

I have gone rogue, a pariah.

I am breaking off from the pack,

Shielding myself from this obscure world.

I need to change my line of sight, get a broader view, escape the fog.

Like a locust I have gone underground,

To undergo my own life process.

To feed and grow,

Before tunneling my way into the light with my brood and unfolding my wings to fly into freedom.

I am a solitary figure in turbulent seas,

Through the rolling thunder and jagged lightning,

I search for signs of land.

For a safe harbor.

Soon I’ll reach the peak of the mountain.

Soon the sun will come out.

Soon the ground will warm up.

I will emerge full,

Transfigured,

Purged.

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