There Once was a Mole
There once was a mole
Who lived in the shadows.
It had a pointy nose,
In self-pity it wallowed.
For it was an envious thing,
It was bitter and resentful
It felt left out and unseen
And grew very vengeful.
The mole became isolated,
It spent time in its hole.
It stopped connecting with others.
It stopped listening to its soul.
Instead it began to listen
To a malevolent voice,
That whispered things sinister
And gave the mole a choice
To team up with the dark
And be a spy of the night,
And burrow into the core
Of those who loved light.
The mole did not question
This voice of ill-intention.
It felt powerful with this ally,
It loved the attention.
So, the mole began to target
A young girl as its prey.
It hated her youthful nature
And her charismatic way.
This girl was trusting,
So she let the mole in.
She fell for its tricks
And made it a friend.
The mole got to work
And burrowed in deep.
Infecting all things,
Her treasure it reaped.
For it stole from the girl
All things that were holy,
But not all at once,
Instead it did it quite slowly
For it created a network
Of tunnels with no end.
They twisted and knotted
And even began to blend -
Into a dark horrid story
Where the girl believed
That she was unworthy.
She had been deceived.
The girl grew confused
And tired and apathetic.
She began to judge herself,
Often feeling pathetic.
For she forgot how to be
Her old beautiful self,
And began to accept
She belonged in this hell.
The mole thought it won
And cozily slept in its hole,
Underestimating the girl
And the call from her soul.
For after years of apathy
The girl began to feel,
It was terrifying at first,
Unweaving what wasn’t real.
But after time she realized
This was the maze of the mole,
And the only way out
Was to clean up its holes.
So day by day, one by one
She laid the holes to rest.
Then she smoked out the mole
And captured the pest.
She looked it in the eye
And said, “Now you get out!
You’re not welcome here,
I have no more doubt!
I finally see you clearly
You’re a mole, you’re a spy!
You wanted me to suffer
And tricked me with your lies!
You tried to cut out my love,
But the truth you failed to see
Is that I never closed my heart,
I never fully disconnected from me!”
For her heart kept whispering
And showing her the way
To forgive her youthful self
And admit she had been prey.
And through seeing the pain,
She made peace with the past.
Her mistakes and shames,
And feeling like an outcast.
So, the girl let the mole go,
Admitting it had been a teacher
That taught her useful lessons,
And helped her to love deeper.
The mole ran back to its own hole,
And the girl moved on from this story,
She began writing book two
The one where she was a hero of glory.
Written by Amanda Durocher
12.27.25 / 12.29.25