The shedding of tonight’s skin on the regrowth of the next day.

The shedding of tonight’s skin on the regrowth of the next day.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In cloak and
shadow I ride
the crests of
uncertainty
on the waves
of darkness
until the sunrise
strips me bare
in the light
to shine
once more
I am reborn.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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