In the doorway they stand,
Guarding the depth's of my soul,
Guardians, Gate Keeper's,
Triggered - exposed.
Little triggers, bigger triggers,
Where do they hide?
Spinning out of control,
Going out of my mind.
Fighters not flyers,
Warriors to death,
Once they're exposed,
They leave an emotional a mess.
2014 © Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry
Annalee Hopkins Somerville
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