Straight from the Pit

Jealousy, Hatred, 
Envy, and Insecurity
These evil fellows
I’ve come to know.
 
They slither and scheme
Watching and waiting,
Sensing the second 
My guard is down.

Their attack is sharp 
And so deep
It stings and bites 
Exposing my scars.

They blindside 
And de-rail
At moments 
Most vulnerable.

They’re disguises 
Are cleaver
Some days looking 
A little to much like
Me and …you.

They’re nasty basters
Born in the pit of hell
Claiming all 
As their victims.

They’re weapons
Are words
For they know 
The pain they inflict
To strangle, suffocate, 
trap, and confine.

I’ve found 
But one escape
From these evil gents,
To dive deep into 
My well of love, 
And stay immersed 
Till every crack, crevice, 
And broken part filled.

Their attack is quick
My response quicker.
Intended to wound
I to heal.
They desire engagement
I desire peace -

Which comes 
when I quietly … walk away!