The Enemy

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