Iliterate Poet

Defensive Stance
Hidden depths trying to surface
Intention resides, always a purpose
Feelings outed, become surplus
So we take the stance: Guarded safe
Hidden colours, for a defensive sake.
Bright deep hue, as colours seep through
A thin wash of white, keeps it all inside;
But no matter, how hard you try
True colours will always rise;
Through a thin white guise.
Defensive stance, but truth never lies.
True colours mark the cries
bleeding through: veneered white eyes.
Passion, fear, love and hate
All enclosed, within a pearly state.
As we contemplate: “defensive stances”
Able now, to give others chances;
Beyond that, which we might;
If we don’t see past, the initial sight!
Hidden depths, brought into the light.
Defensive stance: examined; released;
Sitting now, in attitudes of peace.