It

I watch it dance in the periphery  Intent on infiltrating my persona Its probing fingers skirt the margins Tentatively gauging my receptiveness Why do I reject it? Block it with irrational fear Smother it with useless worries It is not easily deterred  A frequent guest at the metaphorical door Patiently chipping away the armor As it liberates tiny shafts of illumination  dVerse Poetics hosted byContinue reading “It”