A Woman's Plight, Altered States

Wrenching Setbacks

“The untrained and too-strong dogs pulled my joints into beyond-tolerance strain-torsions – thereby destroying my plans of attending to moving droves of plants and furniture.

And I realized upon first entering and encountering the same behaviors and pee mess as I lost my reserve and became semi-hysterical-flustered trying to figure out how to use the harnesses I’d never seen before while fresh pee on the floor was occurring…

I am just too fec-king burnt out to be helping with this situation right now – especially when my own paradigm is still torn and tatter-shattered.”

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Warrior Mode

it isn’t your fault, my love, that I remain cautious and guarded.

I have become settled deep into my armor from more recent events which has shifted my mind into tracking and strategizing survival mode – regardless of how I am feeling.

My limbs are locked into predetermined allowances, and my eyes, lips, and teeth are conscripted along with voice to stay modulated..

But all I want to do is speak words of love from my heart and soul to you while we embrace and become one.

Yet, I do not know what is needed to disarm me.