The Judge

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If you have read

About the Defendant

Then you know

Of the White Bear

He is my

Judge, Jury, & Executioner

Never haunting

Only condemning

Though years pass

Between sentences

Always do I hear

the clap of the clawed gavel

Rending my Fate

Now again

I stand before him

Not once

But twice

I am

To old to Fear

To tired for Angst

Poised in Trepidation

In dream I walk

Through a forest glorious

Finding upon a turn

The Demon of the Scale

He feasts

But not on me

I may pass

Unchallenged

Into a field of Light

In a dream I stand

Inside a room

Before a door

I open

Egress blocked

Progress halted

Crowding me

White Bear Cubs

They sought me

Found me

Together we are

Peaceful

I have sought Balance

Have I found it?

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