Abating Fear

My mind wanders in the night
Picking at thoughts like roses
Bringing them to my nose
Fingers shredded by thorns

Just there
to the left of my garden
is a pride of restless ideas
Napping noisily, roaring
in their sleep
scorned
shorn of splendid manes
screaming my name
until I listen
or write
about their plight

These thoughts wake…quiet
in their silence
One bears her teeth at me
As she sits
And waits for me
to fail
I smile at her and stare her down
She stays her ground
Watching

You will not win Lioness
For I am the queen of this domain
And your reign is not here
I see you without seeing
Acknowledge your presence in my mind
I will pay the price of recognition
And you will stay there in remission
Your need is secondary to my life
I will not sacrifice myself to you
So… go elsewhere at mealtime

J. Jane Silence ~ 01/11/2011