Like a tortoise in her shell
I hide my head from my own hell
so safe and warm inside my space
I avoid having to show my face.
Sometimes it seems so big outside
its why I conceal, its why I hide
inches like miles, the minutes like hours
I can't escape from being devoured.
I want so much to walk, I want to fly
to put my head out and hold it up high
and my courage again I will find
a stronger me, and more refined.
And like the tortoise in her case
I'll plod along, continue the race
though in my side the thorn remains
my inner faith will always sustain.
And I will remain.
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