Travel Light Poem by jennifer jane pryce

I am standing here in this place
Shielded and protected by many wings
Curved and broad and white as snow
But there is a sliver of space
Just big enough for the sharp arrows to get through
Unprotected for a second, this small moment in time
It twists and grasps and screws up the very insides of me
Too late for protection now
Too late for shields to go up
And deflect the arrows
This one, the worst of all
Painted tip of poison
Melting through my flesh
Causing damage that cannot heal
Never ever will it heal?
To bleed and writhe in agony for eternity
My angels were there
But protection fell short of perfection
We are merely human

Cold and stinging and worst of all
Defying goodness and taking over
Bleeding into the soul of me
Tinted it red, then blazon,
Too late to take the colour out again
Too late to paint it white again
One dropp of it to taint and pureness gone forever

But…… will all be lost? No I think not.
I can fold up and store away in a dark corner
This burden I carry now..
I can place it into the dungeons of my being
And lock the door on it forever
Be brave and carry this load as lightly as I can
For to carry on I must and see this thing out
For many more arrows will get through in my lifetime
And I will learn to imprison them forever
Until they dissolve into nothingness and
Purity is there once more to allow this soul to travel lightly.