Instinct

My intuition tells me I'm about to stumble upon another place in the road. A place once hidden like a snake on a trail coiled as if it doesn't mean to do any harm. We all know this isn't true. As soon as you turn your back it's sticking its tongue ready to strike or even worse to seduce. The spell it caste isn't easy to break. In fact, it will take several weeks at the foot of the alter crying out before it will loosen its grip. This is if you haven't gotten accustomed to the numb feeling the venom provides. You could loose yourself in the haze and walk around with your eyes glazed over staring into space. Of course, you will go on pretending you are paying attention to everything everyone is saying to and around you. While all the time you are dreaming of what took place once you tasted the forbidden. And not directly but abstractly as to distract those who are attentive to the language. My intuition is ringing loud and clear and choking every ounce of resistance from within.

Night Light

Faith lies in my soul.

Strength seals the break.

In the night season comes light.

Shining within my soul.