A sea of nothingness,
A deluge of silence.
I can hear echoes of past deeds,
activity bordering on violence.

Fearing the future as it looms ahead,
Ominous for my present innocence.
Tempting me with an odious lie,
threatening my diligence.

Gazing into the glory,
I seek solace in her gift.
Inhaling the freshness that purifies my soul,
My spirit expands and lifts.

‘Fear nothing, sweet child’, she says,
Her mist rouses me awake.
Says she, ‘morcellate and eliminate’,
‘Now isn’t the time to forsake’.

Hope surfaces in my heart,
Perhaps change can be achieved.
The process of elimination begins,
This is where I pay heed.

Be gone, uncertainty.
Do not obtrude yourself upon me.
For I won’t succumb and cease like the others.
I will prevail, naturally.

Take back my morbidity,
Give back my munificence.
I’m certain it’s here someplace,
My core, a node of my essence.

Naivety, I want the woman in me.
Set the child within me free,
and give me a taste of my maturity.

Bestiality, I have no need for thee.
All demons are inert and no nefarious scheme,
will tarnish such goodness, such beauty of soul,
And I will be perfect, unwittingly whole.

Grant me these and allow me to flourish,
For there is nothing more I need to accomplish.
For an ideal world, it has to be done.
There are no more wishes, I assure you, none.

g u a r d e d

c o p y r i g h t © 1999 Wolverina.