It looks like any other visitor
nothing to fear
yet fear I do
cloaked as he is in the guise
of my hearts desire.
How do I embrace the thing I want most
when it shows up in a suit of arrows and thorns
no more welcome to hug than the past from which I’ve so deliberately walked?
Strange that way, passion, desire.
ambition.
It shows up just as requested
looking so different than the vision created
behind closed eyes.