Undercurrents, Electric

My shield of resistance, a warrior’s armor,

secretly soft.

The mask, raw and layered—

a screen of solemn dignity.

I refuse to go silently into the day,

steadfast, seeing more than sharing.

Living in a rich, complex inner world,

the price of the past has aged,

suffering the pressure of trials

I did not choose.

This front, not a disguise to mislead,

a carefully built boundary.

Behind the facade, the pose

forces divide energy and introspection—

strength and tension

battle with s-words.

Challenges thwarted

now, deeper understanding of all

with intensity and vitality.

Enigma,

at peace in resilient power.