Grasping at menacing shadows
Hobbled by anger and fear
Tangled in visions that haunt us
Taunting and weaving their webs
Let them taunt and wrap a cocoon
Swaddling us in our wounds
Smoke clearing, leaden wings growing
Embers to glow from the breath
Rapt in the liberty of your snare
Shadowed by an enemy who is not there
Wrapped and bound in threads silken and still
Breaking our skin on the enemy’s shell
Unveiling the reflection; our selves within.
Is this the gift of the challenge?
A prayer for growth out of pain?
Is death a gift for the hopeless?
And life for all who remain?
Open the bliss of the moment
Open the abyss of change
Chains are the weight of our freedom
We who offer struggle, open space
We grasp at the weave of our chrysalis
And may these walls we pierce have strength
A blessing in adversity
From The Adversary’s arms; a Gift.