Who is at my door,
at nighttime prowls?
Temporary is this stopover;
bravado attempting vision –
fear limits perspective
and I’ve been called –
what emergency exists
that sets my heart throbbing;
why is it so difficult to breathe?
Is it angel or devil that seeks
entrance, pierces the darkness;
I am present – would prefer sleep
(more clarity in dreaming), need
to devise a plan for safety, try
to connect, believe this intrusion
answers my aching, unyielding soul.
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One Woman's Quest 