Cloak

I grow weary from the vigilance
Of securing my worldly perimeter
From gaps that can and do appear
In this, my cape of securance
In which I'm constantly draped

Cocooned inside this mental Cloak
Wrought, year on year to protect
It's invisible, untouchable, but always there
Protecting from what?
Anything and everything, nothing much doth penetrate

When rips appear, in they seep
Emotions, some pleasant, loving, breathtaking...
I treasure them inside, deep
Others, well, I'm sorry they're in,
They are the nightmares, damning to my sleep

So I go on, examining my wrap
Laboriously sewing up the tears
But as I finish one, another appears
And I see them there, waiting,
Waiting for me to drop a stitch, then....in they'll leap.

©Kris Prevel
August 2014