Enemy!
i
am weary of this battle
it
has raged so long.
Is
there hope of winning?
Or
will this be my last song?
my
muscles ache from tension,
each
breath, painfully slow
i
dare not show my weakness
my
enemy will know.
i
have heard the proclamations
of
her kindness, warmth and love;
that
her empathy is healing
gives
peace, and hope -- like the dove.
i
fear she will bewitch
my
crippled, bleeding soul
if
i let her close enough,
allow
my pain to show.
i
can sense her nearness
to
my hiding place.
Through
bitter tears of anger
i
look into her face.
i
can no longer struggle
have
no strength left to flee.
i
can see her now, so clearly....
my
enemy is was me! 
© D.E. White, 1998
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