shining down on me a vision dances
perfect, her wisdom innocent
she tries to free the parts i keep sheltered,
locked behind the doors, safe
where no one dares to peer
she fears no retribution from my other side
the dark place
the place where monsters dine
on day old news
the place where words bring insightfulness
to a world smattered with bloodshed and hatred
i keep this all inside
my attitude hardened to the passing of pain
is she stupid? or just oblivious to what lurks there
will she open the doors with blinders on
as the fire within slaps her in the forehead
reeling her backwards, up against the graffiti covered barricade
held firm by chain encrusted bars
i watch as she slides down, her backbone softened by the blow
hurt... but at least it's a pain she knows
and a pain that shows
not a pain that festers inside like mine

~deb~