He is bright eyes in the dark. He is my broken heart.
My Fierce Protector
His dark fierce face keeps away those who would hurt me.
And I like it that way.
At first glance, he is frightening.
He is bright eyes in the dark,
piercing through them.
They are a golden warning of pain
against a midnight promise.
He is terror itself .
He is my protector,
he is my wall,
he is my broken heart.
I hide behind him when I should walk in front.
It is easier this way.
With him in my life,
I am never hurt.
I am never sad.
I am never again broken on the floor.
But there are times that I wonder if he is my salvation,
or just another block in my path.
Without him, I cannot feel the joy that may be in my future.
He has frightened it away.
To find it, I must leave him.
And he is very overprotective.
He is my addiction.
Do I leave what I know is safe.
I walk a few steps and he roars.
He frightens me too.
What have I become?
So I go back to his soft fur.
He is frightening I know.
But he is mine.
He is comfort.
He is my damaged heart.
Without him I may break.
So I cuddle his fur, and close my mind.
I bury in deeper knowing I have doomed myself
to anger, and loneliness.
He purrs in my ear that he can be everything I ever need.
And, sadly, I believe him.
I want to.
So, I watch my future walk away.