Rain hits my skin like thrown pebbles,
The wind holding my hair back,
My fingers wrapped tight at the handles,
I have estranged myself from the pack,

Looking back over my shoulder,
I can’t help but feel the tension,
I know this is the only way to be bolder,
Keep my mind focused on the mission,

To find oneself is no easy task,
We comb through success and failure,
Peeling back the layered mask,
Breaking though the barrier,

We move though light and dark phases,
Even the moon has two faces.