I would live in awe and wonder if I knew me as another
And would marvel at this singular young woman
Yet with vigour and gentility I cut at me with constancy
And give my soul a flailing never equalied.
Onward life proceeds, the denial of my needs
The enemy within me gobbles on.
So familiar and well learned is this pattern undiscerned
That I seldom see the love that is extended
The enemy speaks true, if there’s me there cant be you
And I curse a heartless world where love’s not rendered
The enemy with me gobbles on.
Christine M Fitzpatrick
