Trickery

There are tricky places
in the mystery of life,
when discernment is essential.
When we must distance ourselves,
creating spaces within,
giving opportunity for shifts
within the other.

It is the trickiest of places
when a foe disguises himself as a friend,
hides his fangs,
and masks the havoc he seeks.
Waiting...
For the perfect opportunity to bite.

Oh I've sensed it for months now.
I've seen it in my dreams.
The animal nature within that lashes out,
threatening to sink its teeth in.
I've cried many tears,
witnessing and experienceing my potential
to chomp down and spew venom.
I cry now...

I'm saddened by this trickery,
the projections that injure
and corrupt the senses.
It has baffled my senses
and tested my consecration.