There is no other way to explain it. No other words are required.
But I will write them anyway - the devil is in the detail and these demons need to be purged.
The darkness reaches up to engulf my soul, and I have to muster my weapons to fight it off. But what weapons do I have?
My shield is gone. I fought long to preserve it, but in the end, it had its own life to live. It decided to save itself. It did not need to be protecting me to know that it was still a shield. Its identity is secured.
Which leaves me with the question - who am I without it?
Bruised and bleeding now, I stand naked in a strange country. Unable to go back the way I came, I still don't know how to go forward.
And what of my allies in this fight? Have I spurned them so long as to lose their faith?
Yet somewhere, deep in this poet's soul, there is a small core of strength, touched by the wounding daggers but still intact. My words are now my only solace. I will spin my cocoon of words to wrap my injured spirit, to protect and nurture it through this time of pain and sadness.
One day it will be healed. And on that day, I will remember what it's like to be truly alive...
But I will write them anyway - the devil is in the detail and these demons need to be purged.
The darkness reaches up to engulf my soul, and I have to muster my weapons to fight it off. But what weapons do I have?
My shield is gone. I fought long to preserve it, but in the end, it had its own life to live. It decided to save itself. It did not need to be protecting me to know that it was still a shield. Its identity is secured.
Which leaves me with the question - who am I without it?
Bruised and bleeding now, I stand naked in a strange country. Unable to go back the way I came, I still don't know how to go forward.
And what of my allies in this fight? Have I spurned them so long as to lose their faith?
Yet somewhere, deep in this poet's soul, there is a small core of strength, touched by the wounding daggers but still intact. My words are now my only solace. I will spin my cocoon of words to wrap my injured spirit, to protect and nurture it through this time of pain and sadness.
One day it will be healed. And on that day, I will remember what it's like to be truly alive...