Nesting just betwixt,
or between.
I re-become.
The beguiling bewitched
demon is always hiding just
inside me, buried deep,
below the skin.
That one –
admittedly I know, I recognize.
That one –
who hides in the deepest part of my soul; that is where She abides
in a darkness that surrounds and envelopes me from within;
That me that I become.
It is the lies that ignite me and awaken Her,
setting off every preservation alarm in me.
And at that moment I have trouble
keeping Her inside, and silent.
In the indignant instant the truth in my heart is threatened
She tries valiantly to meld Spock-like
with what I am hearing you say is the “truth.”
She knows for a fact that it is not.
It is She who comes out to fight this good fight.
It is a good fight, that is it is a fight for the good.
More visceral, more base, yet more humane than me;
inevitably more cunning – some say…
not in a good way.
She is the me
I am not brave enough to admit
is me too;
She takes control, defines battle lines,
draws the plans in the air
for all to see.
Like a general leading the charge,
She steps forward.
These are among my more challenging moments, I admit.
My fear is masked by my blank countenance
as the battle rages within.
I hear the call to take up the fight, and I know She is prepared.
It is She…
my soul runs to meet.
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