My boosted intuition, excessive information.

Emotional pain night after night.

Locked away on a grace citation.

As you observe so keenly, and hide in plain sight.

What I discerned beneath the moon’s gentle light.

Is that your fear, so elusive, lacks a name.

With grace, I parried the menacing smite.

Yet absorbed the weight of all the blame.

I avoided the torture and lost all control.

Your world exploded as you took it in stride.

But you sought another, his nerve so bold.

Yet our souls came closer, a repetitive guide.

I know self-confidence is not your friend.

And anxiety and fear cause self-doubt.

But the greatest gift is peace within.

So love them all and leave no one out.

Your network of souls offer you trust.

High directives to meld your mind.

But there is no need for belligerent fuss.

Or defensive reaction to me being kind.

My feelings expressed with heart in motion.

No dramatic illusion or bag of tricks.

Your security squawks while you test my notion.

As you suffer for certitude, not for kicks.

I feel your conflict and I know you’re here.

An impulsive whim and you check on me.

You inject trepidation to silence your fears.

Internally secret as I imagine it be.

So, I’ve got no plans, there’s nothing to do.

Nowhere to be, and for you there’s no onus.

But I get it now. it’s a security solution.

What I receive from you is a blessing and a bonus.