Fenced

I’ve made a fence

with the stones they threw at me

took some years and pain

to let things as they would be;

to understand flowing waters go on

and though uneasy, I’ve to shed the old

to renew my reason of being

and to let this mystery called Life unfold.

Now guarded and guided;

through the gaps I carefully look

for another rock being hurled

from every wily mind that has a tale to cook.

@celina