Defenseless Creature

But I am a very defenseless creature (because I was a very timid, lost, defenseless child).

— Rilke

Many years removed and yet

It is as though it was just yesterday.

The child may grow up, but

Locked deep inside a fortress

Hidden away from the world today

The child lives looking outward

Observing the life his other half lives.

Somedays, this other half,

Whether through rushed hurriedness,

Or a deep desire for masochism

Leaves the fortress, unlocked, unguarded.

The child freed from his prison

If only for a few days, has full reign.

The other half, no longer in control.

Once again is transported, stuck

In that old, familiar state.

Alone, in a world, he does not

Cannot understand. Scared

Of what it means to be

Lost, timid and afraid.

The other half is defenseless

To withstand the strength

Of the child’s emotions let loose

With all his might, he steps forth

To grab the child by the hand

And lead him back to the safety of the fortress.

All the while knowing, he’ll get loose once again.


written – 11/7/2017


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