Bereft of any anchor, slowly I sink
Into the deep morass, the abysmal tide of me.
Facing all that I have been and all that I am,
Forlornly stretching a solitary hand, I yearn to be.
Reaching out to you, to truth, to love, to anyone -
Before fingers touch, my hand closes to abstain.
I wonder why no one can break through
The thickest walls of preventive pain.
Small chinks in false armor dent in and grow
To crack the stifling dense shield -
Accepting demon and beast that lives within,
Choosing to let human angel Life to wield.
The walls come down
The armor breaks
My heart opens wide -
And Fear, the chiefest Devil of them all, attacks my core once again.
Prevented my own heart-killing doubt,
Deafened by mind's self-denying shout,
My Soul still fiercely burns free.
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