It’s an illusion of the psyche,
which is the emotion
and which is the shadow side.
Some days I have your love tucked carefully away,
           tasked only with shielding it from sporadic pickpockets of doubt
Other times I am marching head-on through foolish delusion
          draped in a rainbow-hued fog of denial.
I’m in either way;
sun or shade
my soul knows
no other light but yours.

6/17/26