what comes naturally

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she was not out on the hunt that day we met
I had no reason to feel I was under any threat

I never even saw her raise her bow and target me
but there she was in the forest green on bended knee

her bow in hand unconsciously doing what comes naturally
and I was simply an unfortunate collateral damage casualty

avoiding open ground

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I remember every anxious slow motion moment
When we were both cautiously maneuvering around
Uncertain of each others feelings and positions
Neither wanting to be the first caught in open ground

Did you mean more than what you actually said?
I searched but didn’t find hidden signals and signs
So maybe it all was just the fog of war in my head
And I was just reading too much in between the lines

my better soul

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An illness of extreme ups and downs
Situations resulting in countless tears and frowns

Helplessly watching life’s loud crashing waterfall
Pondering the source of my inevitable downfall

Multiple dimensions each with a panoply of pain
No one to hold to account and no one to blame

Years walking around in a frustrating revolving door
Ever aware and mindful of the vow I had once swore

In slow motion everything near and dear fell apart
Crushing my family and my carefully hidden broken heart

Pushed beyond my limit by a situation way out of control
As a result I have forever lost my better soul