Category: A Woman’s Plight

A Woman's Plight

Denied Temptation

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A younger man arrived, entwining his fingers with hers, wrapping his arm around her waist in that familiar way of lovers – and behaving as if he would give her the moon and stars if she’d consent to being his.

And while this unfamiliarity but desired regard felt lovely, she paid attention to the fact that an older street woman witch kissed him, yet said she would grant the couple freedom this one night.

But the dreamer didn’t want to give or take anything for temporary.

So she spoke up and told the man about the performance troup behind the bar that just then finished playing, and how she used to play drums like they did.

And then she stepped aside to take some night photos of the moon in interesting position to a neatly designed building.

With every gesture of her true self emergung, the spell he and the witch tried to lure her by became weaker and weaker.

And though she felt cold and empty as she further disengaged, she knew that she desired the real thing from another.

Better to love someone true from afar than sell herself short to someone under cover.

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

As Far As I Can Go

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The paramedics, except one, did not want to take her seriously.

And right when they arrived at the hospital’s exchanging, her being felt that she was not being transferred into safe keeping.

Immediately, the intake male nurse disregarded the pain and difficultties that she was having.

He made her further hurt herself by refusing to help her reattempt on her own to get into the wheelchair in his disregard’s treating her inhumanely.

Until she refused to try anymore until they brought someone who had any decency.

An older woman arrived, and for no provocation they’d also brought security.

The older woman stepped in front of her and to the right – and then the patient could grip and position herself where they wanted her to be.

The older woman hummed softly as she pushed her to a room where she could lay down again to manage the pain and imbalanced fluid exchange.

A brief blessing of kind compassion that help her reorient and keep trying to self stabilize.

It was a room reserved for mental patients, with cameras and a lockable closing door, where she could hear the nursing staff loudly joking at the ER station and one later said after she pressed the help button – “As if there isn’t someone down the way who is actually dying!”

At that point, she got help to call her eldest, because they didn’t seem to care or believe that she was dealing with brain trauma.

And while she was waiting, she finally began recording how loud and irreverent they were all being generally, irregardless of the fact people were there, hurt and dying.

They must’ve seen and heard her on the cameras, etc., because suddenly the noise got quieter.

And once her eldest arrived, they became more respectful and her eldest helped advocate for another scan against the doctor’s resistance to ensure that the sudden onset of symptoms did not include further risk from hemoraging.

‘Please take me to a different hospital if needed in the future,’ she requested to her eldest at the end.

Nothing like being confused and terrified with people making it worse by refusing to help as gaslighting.”

A Woman's Plight, Alex (An Ideal), The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Dear Alex,

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“I don’t know how to recover from this accident, except to go slower while experiencing more neural twitching – and to keep doing what I have been doing.

But the resources are even thinner now, and all I can do is keep trying to show up, even with further diminished capacity.

Yeah…

My kids and I have had to have the talk.

‘If I end up in a home because my system crashes, don’t give up on me – please make sure  that I am getting the right therapies for recovery.

And if I am ever in a coma, don’t give up on me.

I am in here, trying to reroute the wiring.'”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Thematics

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She saw a sign saying”Bernard Malamud, ‘A New Life,’ and recognized that a new life was what she was indeed heading toward.

But she didn’t want to read the book because she was tired of so much messaging pounding upon her from every angle to get her to let it have its influence.

The title itself enough reinforced the truth  of what she was wrestling with – for certainly, there was no going back to what she’d had or was before.”

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Unicorns, Where Demons Tread

You Make Me Believe

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She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.

He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.

But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.

Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Finding Love In A Friend

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She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.

He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.

Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.

“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.

Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.

By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.

Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.

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(Last of last night’s dreams)