Donna Bonter

Sentinel

Sometimes I am the watcher and sometimes I am the watched. You stand stone cold, quietly keeping score of some chess game started long ago. The rules have changed as time moved on. In the beginning, only large transgressions brought down your wrath. What you deemed dishonest, disloyal, disingenuous. Sometimes unaware of my misdeeds, I walked willingly into the minefield. My disbelief as the angry barrage of word bombs exploded around me fed your flames. Your passion almost consumed me and the heights you took me to were unmatched by anyone before you.