prose of woes

She spies upon me….

Through the wall somehow, the wall I built to shut her out.

Perhaps through the cracks in the mortar…her persistent nature searching endlessly for the fault in my design.

The piercing glare finds my soul and inflicts its wounds like a hot poker, searing and burning at my flesh.

Branded and scarred is my heart …will it love again?

I feel it twitter and flutter as if back to life.

The joyful rush as blood does run once again through my veins.

The air is sweet and fresh again, I feel the sun on my face and it does warm me.

Ah but a moments respite, for a passing shadow reminds me to be wary.

The fortress wall was built in haste and is flawed and weak.

The enemy knows this and has fine honed tools to dismantle the defense.

It is a long and woeful trail, my life.

For it is hard to enjoy the beauty of the path while you look over one’s shoulder.

But I do see a gentle curve ahead and perhaps a meadow where the path does grow wide.

In this place there will be no need for the wall, there will be not scrub for fear to lie in wait.

Once again the air will be rich with the aroma of Joyous life.

My armor cast aside I can breath deep and let the sun warm my soul unafraid.