A Woman's Plight

InEquity

“I look at my ex’s lives and at all of the love and support that I gave them.

They are all now flourishing in their own ways, in some capacity or other, in part thanks to me – better off for having known me.

Yet, for all that I generously gave, I’ve come away with injuries from their growing.

I am pock-marked, battered, and bruise-broken.

Who worthy would want me now in my worsened conditioning?

All of the ease of pretty and youth has been tapped – consumed by feeder users.

I have become a mature woman – with an injured soul’s heavy cares and worries.”

Where Demons Tread

Honey,

“I don’t know

I map – and then take leaps of faith by extending inclusive gestures.

I love you, so I attempt to triangulate toward you possibilities in your favor.

Then, I rely on feedback from you to indicate if I am on target, or if I need to adjust my frequency.

Most of the time, it feels like I am ‘flying blind,’ and just feeling for your heart with my intuition hopefully correctly guiding me.

But this living ‘in between’ is how and why  I can be so easily startled by the unexpected between us without your direct cummunication.

And then I could get triggered into a shutdown or flee reaction by accidentally registering you as a stranger getting too close to me in reality, if/when we were to cross paths suddenly.

I have survived by being extremely cautious in the environments around me, although I mask myself quite fluently to the point where this mechanism apparently now takes over me automatically.

Talk about ‘being in lockstep!’

I had no idea how much masking for safety has become such a part of my external identity!”