Nesting just
betwixt, or between.
I re-become
the beguiling bewitched
demon that is always inside me, buried deep below the skin
That one I admittedly know, I recognize.
That me that I become in the indignant instant,
when the truth I know in my heart is threatened
– that is where She abides, and
tries valiantly to meld Spock-like
with what I am hearing you say is the “truth.”
I know for a fact that it is not and
it ignites me; and awakens Her,
setting off every alarm
for preservation.
That is the moment I have trouble
keeping the She-demon inside,
trouble keeping Her silent.
She hides in the deepest part of my soul;
in a darkness that surrounds and envelopes me from within;
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 and some might 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
while the battle rages within.
I hear the call to take up the fight, and I know She is prepared.
This She
is the me my soul runs to meet.
Never at a loss for words... 