2-28-06 Apocalypse Shield



In the midst of all the chaos ..
I draw my world in around me
like a cocoon… making the space inside
small and manageable and safe.
I stay curled there, waiting
for the end of the world… or
for the right time, right sound,
right silence to tell me the
apocalypse has passed once again
and it is safe to unwrap my shield
and fly away free.
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