A Hole in Your Soul

We seek out the blind spots
ready to avoid the accident
the chaos of people
jockeying around us
but the collision
is never where we expect it to be
blindsiding us
like a sucker punch
that sudden violence
we multiply our vision
our eyes by thirteen
seeing in all directions
a full rotation
we do not gird ourselves
or deck ourselves in armor
we do not need it
impervious
to the barbs and the venom
poison cannot bring us down
evil cannot outsmart us
a soul intact is our protection
lifting us above
the pitfalls and pratfalls
the noise that tries to drown us out
carrying us over the fire
lifting us up to the heavens – Caroline A. Slee