each other's ego needs,
drawn together yet frightened
by the possibilities,
we pretend to trivialize,
to focus on the practical,
the business at hand
to get us safely through.
We peek into the mirror
holding one eye safely closed,
avoiding the fiery tales
years of memories have told
leaving ears red and sore,
eyes red with tears unable to
quench embers that won't die.
So the fortresses are strong,
the moats dug wide and deep
around each of our castles.
Still, we call to one another,
pay our visits frequently,
lowering the ramps
for an afternoon or night of
forgetting whys and wherefores.
Quickly we retreat again
as dawn sneaks a laser beam
revealing all our fears of
how frightening it can be
to meet our match in the light
of so many painful lessons,
to face the scary prospect
of accepting ourselves.
(c)Mary Curro 2007
published in Skipping Stones 2007
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