Guarding Herself by Michael Peck

I am not a silent poet

She guards herself
constantly
against perceived aggression-
mental wraiths with shimmering swords.
her life filled with battles-
rest finds her only beneath the covers
late at night.
her breath rising and falling slowing
rhythmically-
her face softened
her beautiful eyes closed.
peacefully resting
unguarded
looking inward
at what only she perceives
within her heart.

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