There is such a duality within me lately

The happy go lucky

The optimistic slightly naïve

A child’s first remembered Christmas

Sneaking down stairs to a world of tinsel

Kaleidoscopic Christmas tree in red and green

Everyday is full of opportunity

Emerald grass shimmers in the dew

Orb of orange and yellow warmth of a lover

But the night is coming

Full of dread and loathing

The shadows whisper

Unseen things with smokey tendrils

Groping grasping with icy intent

I feel like a man torn in two

A cocoon entombing an undecided being

Each day I feel the razors

Slicing from inside

So close to the surface

But daylight is on the horizon

Sherbet bursts behind outlined pine

The thawing begins again

I feel the razors recead

Scars are the trail to whence they came

The light chasing shadows within

Like the sun hitting the east side of a tree

The surface in warmth grows no moss

But it is there

Just hidden on the side beyond observing eyes.