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Lurking in the dark.
His face hidden, I can’t see.
A hooded figure.
I feel like he’s following me.
I turn the corner,
he’s always near.
Everywhere I go.
His presence fills me with such fear.
A stalker? I
really do not know.
What does he want?
My anxiety does grow.
I had enough and
surprised him from behind.
He seemed to expect it.
Is what I came to find.
A guardian sent to protect me.
A shock I must say.
Not what I expected.
To meet my guardian that day.
He’d been here all along.
Hiding in plain view.
My protector. My guardian.
To think, I never knew.
He is always with me.
Changing his disguise.
My very own protector.
No longer does fear leave me paralyzed.
-LA Vent 2019
Nice poem Laura!
Thank you!! 💕
You’re welcome.
Excellent Laura
You can really feel the intensity of anticipation leading up to the schism of desperate measures.
Luas dia I do thuras
Alex
Thank you!!
Np my pleasure