Renegade
A spectator, on first glance,
would not detect the gloom
threatening to devour her.
She wanted to seek asylum
or better yet, become invisible.
Disappear.
She’d run for refuge,
anywhere but here.
Red hot anger raged within.
She trembled at the thought
of skipping out on it all.
Her mind churned.
She’d flee from the protector
and director of her soul.
He’d no longer be her sanctuary.
A shelter waited on the hill.
He would cover her,
cradle her
if she’d be honest
with herself
and admit she needed help.
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