Something about the snow tonight,
Brings a deja vu to mind.
An evening not so long ago,
And rampant fear that left me blind.
Remembering a winter eve,
My love, and a joyous snowball fight.
A shadow figure, stealthy crouched,
And patterns triggered—fight or flight.
My love grabbed me by the hand,
Running faster, scared to death.
Soft muffled footsteps on our heels,
Slowing, stopping, ragged breath.
My husband face—visibly relieved,
Rumors of his other life,
She ran too slow to confront me,
His hidden child, his second wife.
Was I blinded by the snow;
Or was I blinded by my love?
It doesn’t really matter now,
I’ll take my guidance from above.
Lord, please help me.
By Lisa H. Owens