Category: A Woman’s Plight

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

This is what I want
Something between

Our hearts that is ours
No one may take away

Because our instincts
Remain pure-attuned

And if we falter we lift
Each other’s spirits up

Redefining vision of
Desired loving unity

Be my guiding believer
Be my daily adventure

For I am weak without
The strength you give

Grant me comfort in
Heat of your shelter

Without which I only
Dream of life to begin

A Woman's Plight, Comedy

OMG

Candid Corvid Productions

“So I’m cooking bacon in the hotel room with the overhead fan on, noticing how the pan is cooking unevenly and wondering why the room is getting smoky.

It turns out that the the fan has no exhaust piping – it just sucks up and spits out the smoke into the room.

So then I rush to open the window, and the chain to the back one-piece sun screen comes off, while the front one already down never had the option to be rolled up again.

Then I finagle the tall lamp over to prop the screens up and let in the cool air while dashing to open my room’s door to dissipate the smoke now flooding down the main cooridor.

I call the front desk gal, and she apologizes for lack of room functionality, reassuring me that everyone loves the smell of bacon and that she’ll make a maintenance report.

Once the smoke has thinned, I travel down to her to return used owels and give her my second package of bacon because she’d mentioned before how she loves it, and there’s no way I’m tempting fate a second time.

Meanwhile. I keep praying as I travel the smoke-filled halls now dIstributing to the entire building, ‘Please – not the sprinklers! Please – not the sprinklers!’ Please – not the sprinklers!”

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Reclamation

Counting Losses

Candid Corvid Productions

“Part of healing retraining today has involved working on TMJ muscles and related energetic and myofascial tension associations.

I had not realized that my jaw held the intense grief from my fiance breaking up with me, and that this tension further suspended down through the front of my neck and into my sternum causing central diaghragmatic breath constriction.

The whole anteriority of external self expression if one were to authentically expel breath, cry, yell, protest, and/or scream at such a loss had been frozen.

I had just taken the blows and absorbed that energy because I knew that the situation was extreme – and I refused to add to the negativity that he’d experienced from others which had pushed him to his decision.

This suppression of my own tormented reactions also kept me from experiencing further humiliation because keeping myself composed prevented their projections from being validated as reality.

The remnants of this incredibly complex and intense situation have haunted and kept me cautious in being directly forward about my deep feelings for another man.

I think that the entire situation imparted a sense of shame upon me for having believed in my fiance, and for risking to try with him.”