I am a coward.
So many times I have thought
to face the shadows of doubt
that skitter across my mind,
like moonlight on the ground.
My demons.
They torture me.
Yet, in them I find a strange comfort.
For without them, I would have to face her.
She is as different from me as night is to day.
So I run,
and she chases me,
the demons hide their faces as she passes by.
She scares them,
exiles them even from the farthest corners.
It’s frightening to see.
Her.
The one I don’t know,
her eyes riveting in the firelight.
She is tired of waiting,
ready to pounce, like the puma upon her prey.
All that I am not, she wants of me.
Power and strength.
Love and serenity.
Emptiness fills my soul,
a dread ncomprehensible.
I am cornered.
A scream rips from my very soul.
She is me.
…and I am illuminated
