The Security Poem by Laura arwen

My security is
silence and solitude
It's so cruel
to not be
safe in our
own body
The security is
austere when the
soul is purely
delightful and damned
hostile
Sometimes the security
is hurt by
proud
I'm not so
optimistic about the
security because it
is fragile and
impotent
The defenses are
technical and personalized
tricks
It could have
a second chance
if it is
equals and creates
a good harmony
I'm happy if
my soul is
safe if it
is in my
heart
My mood changes
so many times
to destabilize my
security and my
protection
My security is
a sweet and
joyful scene