I protected you from poverty,
from the inadequacies of life.
I protected you from loneliness,
my love ever at your side.
I protected you from boredom,
an adventure always planned.
I protected you from danger,
your presence never unmanned.
In a moment of vulnerability,
of pain and anger and fear,
I struck you in my rage,
blinding and severe.
A lifetime of protection, in a moment lost:
dismissed, brushed aside.
I couldn’t protect you from myself,
and for that I’ll be crucified.
