Demons

There have been times Terrible, tricky, tiring times Of moments, I have been victim For I did not know I have been rude I have been arrogant I have been angry I have ignored I have conspired I have lied I have cheated All this in Complete knowledge For at those moments, it seemed as if it was to Protect Protect some part of me Both abstract and physical I have protected well, well Enough. For I did not know. All these years, And now I sit Perhaps at the same place I was when I first fought Fought to protect. In front Of me, A mirror. to this Mirror I ask, "what did u protect?" There is silence.