Verbal Visions

My Fierce Protector

My Fierce Protector

His dark fierce face keeps away those who would hurt me. And I like it that way. At first glance, he is frightening and domineering. But I know the truth. It's the fur, that pulls me close. Only those who look twice seem to notice it. To most, he is bright eyes in the dark, piercing through them. He is a golden warning of pain against a midnight promise. He is terror itself warning away those with blind intentions. He is my protector, he is my wall, he is my broken heart.

I hide behind him when I should walk in front. It is easier this way. With him in my life, I am never hurt. I am never sad. I am never again broken on the floor. He saved me from a life of sorrow and pain. But there are times that I wonder if he is my salvation, or just another stumbling block in my path.  Without him, I cannot feel the joy that may be in my future. He has frightened it away. To find it, I must leave him. And he is very overprotective. He is my addiction. Do I leave what I know is safe. I walk a few steps and he roars. He frightens me too. What have I become? So I go back to his soft fur. He is frightening I know, But he is mine. He is comfort. He is my damaged heart. Without him I may break. So I cuddle his fur, and close my mind. I bury in deeper knowing I have doomed myself to anger, and loneliness. He purrs in my ear that he can be everything I ever need. And, sadly, I believe him. I want to. So, I watch my future walk away.


Day 1 Image: Woman petting fierce blue, furry, lion like creature with a tribal golden pattern on his  face