My Shield, My Spirit
Troubles cast my way are repelled,
bouncing off a shield, a bubble,
created to protect sanity and health.
Resilient is this bubble,
casting away strife and ill will,
but it also isolates.
Nothing comes in; nothing goes out.
Emotions on overload,
but still in control.
Should a kind soul pierce this bubble,
I would be both vulnerable and grateful.
Loneliness gnaws at my spirit.
Take a pin and burst this bubble,
but only if you are prepared to offer comfort,
accept conditions I cannot control.
Surrounded by a bubble,
living in peace and prepared to accept God’s will.
This shield will not fail me.
Will you?
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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