The Stranger


The stranger slowly approaches.

Shadowy figure, he.

Weapon at the ready by his side.

His imminent threat arouses me.


Suddenly, he lunges at me,

Weapon drawn, held high in the air.

His intention is my ultimate demise,

To thrust the dagger into my flesh.


Do I remain steady and firm,

To fight against his approach?

Or shall I attempt to evade him,

Perhaps even run, preserving self?


My steps are quick and certain,

I have moved from his path,

Causing him to pass by me,

His balance lost, crashing down.


If I remain to fight my assailant,

I must also identify him.

For who would mean me harm,

Who would have the motive?


I brace as he rises to meet me,

He is coming into focus,

It is my first glimpse that reveals,

That my enemy is me.

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on August 30, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Great writing! Thanks for following my blog!

  2. What a wonderful poem and surprising ending! 🙂

  3. LaVancia Phoenix

    What an insightful poem. I do believe at times we can be our own worst enemy. Well written. Thanks for following my blog.

  4. The Stranger resonates with my own experience. Often the greatest personal conflict is within.

  5. I love this poem. You’ve captured it so gracefully: our worst enemy is ourself and the one we can never outrun.

  6. I feel the same. Lol sometimes i cant help but be my biggest enemy.

    • We can be our biggest enemy but it can also be a balancing act living with the us we know best and the other us that is the enemy. Not that we’re all bipolar or have split personalities per se but in the sense that we all tend to bury parts of ourselves. That was one of the major inspirations I had for writing this – my worst half. He’s as much a stranger to me as he is a friend.

      Thanks for the comment!

      • Our secret selves. The thoughts we dont relate too but feel responsible for. Trying to grasp the concept of the self can be one hell of a hurdle sometimes. What is me and what is my conditioning??? Lol no problem 🙂 i liked your writing, it made me think.

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