A Woman's Plight, Artistic Creation

Karen Carpenter

“When I was so very young, I was inspired by her loving singing through the radio waves.

It kept me alive when I felt that I had nothing and nobody.

Yet, I could soon tell that there was something wrong – as if I knew her and was tracing her patterns.

Note how wild, free, and talented that she was at eighteen years old.

How pure, fresh, and unafraid – breaking boundaries.

But men and society soon told her that she could not be “all and evetything” if she were to gain a man’s love.

So she diminshed, literally, by no longer eating.

She craved love so bad that she contorted her very being.

And I couldn’t stop her or save her.

I couldn’t tell her how much she was loved, cherished, and wanted.

I couldn’t tell her that I saw her and needed her.”

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Reclamation

“Wait”

A simple request.

So she could catch her breath.

And process.

Just for a few minutes.

Let her finish the task and then recallibrate.

It had not meant “no.”

Ah – Gods No!

It had not meant that.

Never. Ever. That.

Lesson learned…

They were going to have to thoroughly down-to-finite-details work on redefining their communication together.

Because a “stop” did not mean don’t “go.”

Fear did not mean conclusion’s door.

And God Da** It – Why wouldn’t he believe her?!

She wasn’t the same as any prior programming.

She was a manifested glitch in the system – designed to glide through too long breakage to help with the mending.

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

Books By Their Cover

A very young man’s father
Ignored his good mother

Thus the young man’s pattern
Ignored his own wife’s needing

His best friend suddenly dumped
His own fiance for another woman

Then years way down the line he just
Dropped the woman in same manner

After projecting issues with mother
Onto her without clarifying desires

A different younger man struggled
Against being controlled by mother

Allowing this relationship tangle
To distort engaged commitment

Her own father abandonded her as child
Teaching love was only valued from afar

But then she met a man who fought hard
To keep his valued lover despite anything

Well yeah – she’d choose his mirroring like
Her own against-odds dedication – any day