Intruder

What intruder entered the crevices of my being?

He entered with a thud.

Nearly flipping over the canoe of my existence

Taking me further and further inward

To deeper unraveling.

Now my canoe, too heavy for the two us--

Must throw out these heavy iron ball and chain—

But you my messenger I won’t discard.

I abandoned hate, and released the power to create.

So press deeper into my nacre

Press in deeper, let me wash over you

Understand you

Hold you.

Until my disturber is my treasure 

Hidden deep within my deepest ocean.