Protector

Once more
a fool I have been
allowing my heart
my hopes
to arise
to fill me
moron that I am.
One would think
nay
one who is smart
would know
to ignore the stubborn heart
those emotions
the feelings
remembering pain
anguish
when the heart broke anew
again
(and again
and again.)
Sitting here
sight blurred
veil of tears
aching
realizing
I have played my foolish game.
Allowing you behind the curtain
allowing you to see me
the one
hidden behind the public facade
none know the secrets I hide.
You made me
(make me)
feel safe.
I opened
(open)
myself to you.
Foolish woman I be.
Time has come
to be undone
to lock
throw away the key
protect myself
from…..
me.
©June 13/19
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Oasis

Beguiling.
She moves with grace
ease
fluid
through the hoard of people
as though it were a dance.
Watching.
She nods to those she knows
rarely stopping to chat
continuing to float through the room
a silent ghost in high heels.
Pained.
She is screaming inside her mind.
Too many people
too many details
too many what ifs……
Knowing that she will fail.
Running.
Afraid.
Must get free from the claustrophobic heat
from the people
the voices that shout for her attention
go
go
go
sliding out the door to the winter lawn
her breath coming in short bursts.
Drawing close her cloak
she follows the pathway of desire
no sound
silent
but for the sound of crackling snow
full moon
lighting up the glade
there he waits
the harbor in which she is safe.
Oct. 1/18
Photo by Célina Rohrbach on Unsplash