He cuts from the back...

unlike long ago when I faced it...
shaking in line between two courageous brothers.
I cried in my mind,  "I didn't do it! Whatever it is! We didn't do it!"
We were often one, not three -
one innocent, waiting to be bruised and survive
the scarred voice demanding to know it's own frightening lie.

He cuts from the back, his covered with stitches. 
Around him I decide to wear steel.

Yet, if I wear steel, I'll be shaking
again between my beautiful brothers,
panicking aware of his silent stalking.

What if he's bringing me a cafe mocha,
sincere conversation and an apology instead?
What if it's me directing a former scene?

Even in scary rain, real or unreal,
the celestial sun smiles on me.
*Above all else, I am determined to see.

He approaches behind me.
I'm ready.

*This line is from the holy book, "The Course in Miracles."