We shield ourselves
from anger and from hate
in defensive strategy
unconscious in the roots of our beginnings
when a battle cry expressed
the torment held inside
and led to wars of opposition

Yet we evolve
independent of the maxims
imposed in the innocence of youth
and spirit guides
us to the other side
right through the shields built
around our lives

and only when the shields explode
can we find our way back home
and become what we were meant to be
an ever evolving entity
of love's creation . . .


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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