It would be worse

It has been before

But this time, there it is

Surrounding me,

Shielding from what’s without

Lines drawn in sand

Closing within their walls

A little thing called reality

Protection can morph

Sometimes like steel

It pierces or pushes back

Other times it in-

Ward turns, taking the forms of

Premonitions, fear

Mirrors which reveal to all

My greatest enemy is within

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