Freeing the Watcher

By: Karen Hecht Springer

February 19, 2016

Once upon a time it began

With an electric spark that never went out

And all the years

She waited

15 to be exact

To be pierced by the arrow of the watcher –

She knew it was coming, someday

Oh, she was nudged so many times

Fate laid out literally at her door

But she threw a rock and shattered the glass

Time and time again

And all the years

She could still glimpse the watcher –

Through the fractured prism light

She basked in its warmth

And all the years

She turned away

Just to shrug with the cold

Never allowing the wisdom of the watcher –

You see, everyone has a watcher –

Not an angel, mind you, not a God

But he is inside you

Insister, inquisitor, instigator

That sonofabitch!!

When the soul is out of whack

When life has run amok

When what dwells doesn’t match the cards

He acts with ruthless abandon

He gets ugly, the watcher –

Sometimes the arrow pierces too deep

Lays forever in pieces, in pieces

But the reward is glasses to finally see

Where she has always belonged

This is the tale of the watcher –

Who needed to be free…