Mortally wounded
I die seeking
My warrior spirit guide
Who refuses to come
I enter the valley of shadows
In full battle cry
Armed with self righteous regalia
To defend my misdemeanours
I meet my mirror demons
As they capture me by my conscience
They gorge on my cancer
Stripping my angry spirit
Revealing the fighting child
Spiralling in the white light
The peaceful spirit evolves me
My hurtful self forgives me
Healing the frightened child
Formless and fearless now
Caressed and cocooned
In the maternal womb
My torn soul mends
Simone Inez Harriman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/formless-and-fearless/
