Standing in front of a mirror
I trace the silver cracks
outlining the glassy surface
of my wall of vulnerability.
Careful not to pop
the last layer of the dome
i take shelter under a tree.
As there are rays of truth
that do not filter through the leaves
i feel the shadowy tug of doubt
disturbs my tight space of serenity.
*Sigh*
If i can be anybody for one day
i don't want my enemies to see through me.
Better find that Halloween costume
before it's too late.
5 comments:
Oh, the safe place is a tight one. Coming out of it takes some amount of will! God bless.
Yes I could do with a forcefield around me at the moment. Preferably with a deflector shield so that any psychic attack gets flung straight back to sender!
hope you found that suitable halloween cozzie!
Laura x
I love how this poem unfolded!
my tight space of serenity ... this line evokes so much.
excellent,
JP/deb
As a child, being invisible was a great wish of mine - I thought it would be enjoyable and instructive and yes, I think I always preferred to be a hidden observer - safe and secure where no-one could bother me.
But these days I think being invisible would be a horrible burden. Imagine wandering around and not being able to change anything or answer criticism.
I have to admit that on unguarded moments i still sneak into my private fantasy hoping that problems will just go away, but life, being harsh, unfair and unpredictable (how many times have we heard this cold fact?) never fail to deliver its blow head-on. The valuable lesson, of course, is to drop my mask and face my fear.
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