It does no good
to lock your doors
and man your fort
when the enemy
has made itself
your trusted confidant,
sits there behind your ear
accusing,
criticizing everything,
infusing all your thoughts
with the putrid stain of rot
which you may mask with sadness
or with anger,
from which you seek escape
with sleep, with drugs, with pain

Fear not,
for what destroys the enemy
works even here:
The truth of your unstained and perfect love
which flows out from your essence, strong and pure,
will wash away the lie and all its voices
within you and outside,
and you’ll see clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 26, 2015