Category: A Woman’s Plight
Three Words
I love you so
Ask me why
Your inspiration gave
My heart wings to fly
Although it bashes
About in this cage
I try to ignore its
Frustrated rage
Because I know that
You’ve your reasons
It’s my choice to
Weather seasons
And even if I
Can’t believe
I can choose to
Not walk away
Lock & Key
There’s pressure on my heart
When I try to rest on my back
It is locked with no key
When I’m out in public
There’s a hollowness inside
Swollen aching secrets hide
A traceable imprint redefines
Where no other can compare
And if I’m being honest
I wouldn’t want them to
(Can I Surrender – Kaskade)
It Happened Early On
“We had ridden up way into the mountains – farther than I had gone since a child.
We stopped in one of the main tourist lodges to look around – and the raw crystal slabs of flourite caught my attention, having never seen any of such colored, resonant clarity before.
I turned to him and tried to deferentially ask, ‘Do you think I could get one of these, sometime?’
For I was still very young and not yet solidly employed.
A simple enough sharing of fascination’s joy and longing to hold something mystical in one’s possession as newly budding love’s symbolism.
But there was a piece of reticence in his vague reply – and I detected a strong hinted undercurrent of resentment, which shut me down immediately.
I blew it off and let the innocent request go, sensing sudden clouds of hidden potential conflict between us.
I didn’t understand why or what it related to at the time, but this having to read into what was expected of me to figure out how to keep him happy set the tone for imbedded insecurity in relationship inequality.”
Dear Friend,
If every little light is like a set of eyes
And every little chime’s a little lullaby
Then why can’t you sleep as souls keep
You in their hearts as if their own beat?
We have the same issue, it would seem
No matter how broadly-wide we dream
I’m thinking of you – thinking of me, too?
Maybe why I keep waking when needing
(Something On My Mind – Purple Disco Machine)
Repost from November 2024
Honoring My Word
I highly value doing
What I say I will do
Happy
“Looking in the mirror while prepping for evening activity, I see myself wearily – but happily – smiling to my self in the mirror.
I have not enjoyed these injuries stopping my abilities to ‘do my thing.’
I don’t know how I’m gonna.
But, I’m gonna!”
Love’s Honesty In Courtship
“There are certain moves they say that a woman must make in order to capture a desired man’s interest.
Or rather, moves to not make – which result in a retraction of energy that ‘keeps one’s cards close to chest’ to ‘retain one’s attraction, one’s power,’ etc.
For example, creating a song with an honestly-motived declaration of love is considered these days to be ‘so passe,’ they’d say – and surely would cause any man to run toward the opposite direction!
Right?
‘Of course…’
Instead, one should withdraw and be mysterious – one should never display true, open-hearted glimpses of one’s intentions!
This means that if I display any giving of myself freely, doing so will set up the impression that I am ‘easy to access’ – and then no man will see me as rare and desireable and that I am the best of all prizes.
Well, as my Dear Friend has unfortunately had to experience first hand, it turns out that despite what I display, I am not, in fact, so easy to access – despite any accidental impressions given.
(I am so sorry for our misunderstanding, my Still Desired…)
And, anyway – there is a huge logic fault to this kind of ‘withholding’ thinking.
Though these ‘strategies’ may work as a type of manipulation, they create broken lines of communication and prevent creating solid connection congruency.
It is true that my path has been extremely solitary – and maybe it is because I actually intentionally don’t play courtship games.
Honestly, I do not understand most of them.
I mean, why don’t people just communicate, directly?
Where is there security that two people are even on the ‘same page?’
And while I can observe some thrilling results from them, playing games is not something that has ever come easy nor automatically to me.
Maybe this is from retained hypervigilance after having repeatedly experienced multiple and varital types of social trauma?
Yet, more likely, it is because I have always had a preset of highly valuing honesty.
This predisposition naturally blocks gaming requirements of being able to easily slide into behaviors of ‘subterfuge’ in the name of outwitting competitors.
However…
I would like to learn some games to play that make courtship with My Desired plenty hot and spicey – don’t get me wrong!
Absolutely!
Sign me up and count me in!
But I’d prefer to have us clearly predefine the games’ rules and parameters to ensure that we can avoid any accidental harm or misunderstandings, and so that maximum mutual fun and benefits could be gained for our happy experiences.
(‘Stand under the stained-glass and I will know it’s you…’ – Sleep Token)
Honestly, I just prefer to be me – vulnerably daring – even if desiring someone openly ends up causing derision from society.
I believe that love and courtship are so much more fun when both partners feel how much they are loved and wanted from each other – and games played have outcomes providing mutual satisfaction winning.”
(Jericho- Sleep Token)
“My Love For Thee” (Song)
“My Love For Thee” By Athena Stairs
Original 11/11/25 – Updated 12/2/25
Sing to me, my King of Hearts
Of the garden in your dreams
What treasure does it hold and
What pleasures will it bring?
Sing to me, my Dearest Heart
Where you’ll want to grow your roses
For I would build you a castle
Built on hope’s foundations
Where I would hear your laughter
In halls and among fountains
And if tears were cried – they’d be of Joy
As we nourish love’s horizons
Sing to me my Beloved One
Of your greatest aspirations
For I would see your happiness
Grow wings and soar through Heaven
For as Knight you earned your honor
With battles’ proven mettle
And all I’ve ever wanted is
To give your heart a home
—
(Please contact me for permissions)
Listen to My Love For Thee – Song Final Rough 12.3.25.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/O43zuOlhu7R1Tj1t59
Sabotaged
The general plan I had was that
I’d return to work in December
Having completed first stages of
Retraining adding to foundations
I accessed every limited resource
Using momentum’s gain to launch
Got smacked back down – literally
Now nearly 2 1/2 more years of loss
“Teardrop”
(Home – Christian Löffler)
So Much Fun
“Applying again for prospectively tapped-out resources.”
What I Write
It is not to place blame – for how can I
Know where my fault has contributed
When I was not approached nor asked
Despite my verbal / active requesting?
My posts are about my experiencing
Analysis from my side’s perceptions
Adrift On The Sea
I have resented the crone since
The partial stroke day he left us
And I saw the ruin in vision of
What it all meant to our family
Having not spent my life checking out
I had mapped countless patterns in it
Shocked by a flipped betrayal so severe
With inability to save what I’d held dear
I was tricked, you see, attacked indirectly
And all I’d built crashed down around me
Extra spin being some projection spell
Designed to turn all blame against me
Disguising the fact premeditation’s will
Contorted surrounding ground stability
The best I could do was yank at cords
Grabbing basics from ship for life boat
All of our beloved chickens went to a farm
Where were hopefully loved and protected
Our rabbits luckily found a new home
But we kept one dog and the four cats
I didn’t even remember the one dog there
Must’ve suppressed all that stress barking
I remember how his love and warm fur felt
His small presence as our warding talisman
It’s not like we just changed housing
I had been supporting our family by
Trying to finish my degree to qualify
For gaining a solid career’s security
I had been trying to help expand
His business as my degree’s focus
And he just collapsed it all to be free
Rather than helping prevent damage
Who was this choice better for?
Not the rest of us that’s for sure
There has been no real recovery for me
Cast adrift fashioning nets in wreckage
Keeping us afloat by ingenuity
My centrality being safe haven
At The Alter
An older and younger woman
Unpressured, face each other
And I am the middle phase
Walking down this pathway
It’s time I pull myself together
Only so far fragmenting leads
Too many directions pulling at me
Where love unreturned continues
(Weak – Preston Cooper)
Melt Down
“I feel like a,complete and utter failure.”
(Hiraeth – Fejká, Kim Van Loo, Rohne & Brian Zajak)
Fractured Glass
My life is a broken frame
Barely supporting vision
Waste’s Rot
Being unable to work
Or contribute as I did,
One could think that I
Now have more luxury
But there is little rest nor
Peace of mind struggling
And pain’s compression
Prevents music progress
Another Migraine Today
“However, I can feel my neck muscles reactivating -Thank ‘God!'”
Anything Could Happen
She assumed that with her injuries, age, and poverty, that she would not be seen as “worthy.”
Wild Magic
“I haven’t had my hair long since when I was a very young child – and I wonder if like Samson’s it holds power.”
Forces Of Nature
Why did there have to be so much cacophonously loud and startling sudden noises so early in the morning that bombarded and shocked through her entire system when she just needed to sleep for injury repairing?!
She decided to imagine it all as thunder and lightening between loud door slamming booms, pounding feet stomping, and sharp crash-grating of the pet gates swinging – literally raining cats and dogs once they would also start emitting.
Welcome Us
Come back to me, Baby.
Say that it’s not too late –
Say it’s never too late
For a love true as ours
I’ve been traveling through time
Stuck in so many gray life lines
Jumping through death’s door
Followimg light to even score
Tell me we’re not too young or old
To know what grace is given to us
There Must Have Been
Invisible tape on her car door, over her mouth, and binding her limbs.
She wanted to go back and rip it all off.
Jump through that portal that had suddenly opened and be with him.
But that was then…
A critically important moment – for just a moment.
No heads up to prepare.
No warning on time limits.
No power to command herself appropriately for the occasion.
More Than Anything
Where had her ambiversion gone?!
Fled – it had fled the scene as if the sheriff had arrived suddenly with a warrant for its arrest.
Why hadn’t she just gotten out of her car and called out after him – like she could playfully engage a stranger if something was very important?
Because that’s not how her spontaneous forwardness worked.
It hid behind the scenes, carefully and subconsciously sensing, tracking, and observing.
At distance of safety.
Until the right moment opened, and she practically slid through the door seemlessly with something cheerful or supportive to share, inquire, or convey.
Outside – then in and out.
This is how it was always displayed.
Brief moments of solid connection – then on her way again, dancing between danger’s poles, seeking fleeting patches of safety.
So when he appeared, that challenged everything.
And if he didn’t want her truely, it would have been soul crushing.
So she waited, frozen in place…
Hoping that he would signal to her clearly that it was ok to confide with him.
Frontal Lobe
“‘Oh – the humanity!'”
(I Grieve – Peter Gabriel)
Healing Concussion
“Well, first you’ve gotta get the neck to restabilize…”
Welcoming
Too many demons encroach
Sharpening knives, drooling
So I must clap my hands firmly
Demanding table set with feast
So that we may eat in harmony
Rather than try to kill each other
(Where Lights Begin To Fade – ECHOES)
Nothing Left
There’s no more hope
No more aspirations
Folding inward I can
Only have curiosity
Navigating
Where I may
On The Edge
“My children try to encourage, unable to support as I keep holding to support them.
Individuals from community agencies try to help when I weakly, but determined, extend my hand.
I don’t know how much farther I can go with this concussion and retorn wounds preventing my reclaiming land.
My moments are reduced where I can make a stand.”
There Are Many Factors
“As to why my heart is under compression and my vagus nerve twitches on edge.”
KNOCK IT OFF!
“I fecking live in a kennel!”
—
(Yelling at all of the dogs and cats going off without stopping…)
Thinking I Fight Alone
Heart’s Energy
My Heart
Lives in fear
Compressed
Little room
In my chest
No reprieve
From worry
Strained
To hurry
Insecure about
Who it can trust
Wants to pound
In releasing lust
Finding safe haven
Sync with another
Warm arms
Under cover
No More Wasted Days & Nights
She didn’t want to have dreams where past ex’s insinuated their selves back into her life, taking up space just to keep her from being seen as available to the man that she truely wanted to be with.
All that stuff – all those moments from the past were at best half-borrowed because none of it from any of them had been fully meant.
No…
Yes…
Give her the real thing.
She wanted the man that throughout time she would never be forced to forget nor regret.
I Don’t Know
When
Or how
You Know…
“Just communicate, already…
All this high-fa-lootin’, ‘airy-fairy,’ New Ageism hyper philosophyin’ is fun until things really matter.
Then you need to get down to basics to build solid grounding.
I mean, you’ve gotta have nets and nests of security for love to catch you if you fall and to rest together in – if you’re gonna fly to the sky!”
—
(Content of multiple meanings)
(Wide Open – The Chemical Brothers)
Open Eyes
There is a great deal to
Address and overcome
In creating and building
A functional relationship
(Coolsville – Laurie Anderson)
Song repost from November 2021.
Over And Over Again
I am stuck on a repeat cycle where
Men are attracted to be my burden
What I mean is they like my strength
So think they can put weight on me
For the health of our relationship
Desiring a free ride’s easy breeze
So I have to keep my heart reigned
Ready to stop and walk away again
Because attraction’s initiation
Doesn’t guarantee partnership
