As the creature reached toward her from the depths of bitter darkness with his claws manacingly extended, they turned into a man’s hands once entered the day’s light of her loving presence.
Category: A Woman’s Plight
To Believe Again
A heart opened in trust
Misabused by lust then
Thrown onto the dust
Has only one question
Preventing its healing:
Is love real this time?
However,
“I am no waifly maiden…”
(Hoisting the heavy chain mail back onto her shoulders)
(Worth It – Fifth Harmony)
My Categories
“Get used as reference associations in my posts, so likely are a type of repetitiveness magnified when exploring my blog’s contents.
Welcome to my mind’s seeking to remember itself, and my heart and soul’s quests to own their truth.”
I Got
“Three pizzas.”
Retrospect
She should have asked…
He should have offered…
The Obvious Miss
“Why didn’t you help me?” she asked him, plaintively.
“You never asked me…”
As One, At Last
Yep
I Asked Them For Help, Again, But…
The Slow Mosey
“Why you draggin,’ dragon?”
Hungry
“Out of pizza.”
The Need For Fresh Air
“The smell is everywhere on this ‘non-smoking’ property.”
Maybe,
“I should get three pizzas on discount night Tuesday…
Then they could feed me the entire week.”
Stuck In Place
“I know I should leave.
But I can’t…
Not without help.”
(Dangerous – The xx)
It Irks Me
“That I can no longer be all of the parts that could express their selves in me, had they been given clemency.”
What Use
“Is a secondary bandaid that becomes bound to itself – rather than one’s cut finger?
At least, it was a buffering line of defense, holding pressure against pain until the morning.”
Remember
Within harbored walls
Outside wild surrender
Two shall become one
And fie to any offender
The First To Love
One Mistep
She tried hard to avoid.
A Handmade Costume
“Funny how over time, fabric shrinks…
I know I was never that thin in my adult timeline.”
I Remember
“Looking at dance costumes, wondering what the heck was I thinking -?!!!
I’m a drummer, a musician, a baseline-holding groove machine.
But it was a ton of fun to get up and let my self try it!”
Rage At The Machine
“Oh, yes….
I have quivering, pleading emotions.
But I will not let you see the way I’m needing.”
You
“You’re over there – and then, there.
Behind things…
Repositioning.”
Deep Listening
“There’s so much time and space, but I can’t hear what I am seeking.”
Compression
“I go quiet when things become too hard to bear…
I get tired of getting pushed into losing composure.”
(Brave For You – The xx)
I Suspect
“That there is no ‘right timing.’
But there are plenty of ‘reasons’ to not ‘step up.’
And plenty of obstacles that reinforce our feeling ‘stuck in a rut.””
Opening Doors
“I’m sick,” he told her flatly.
“Ok,” she responded, accepting. “Can I come in?”
I Need This
Oh
“I’ve got the itchies and the twitchies from some kind of allergin.”
(The Love You Want – Sleep Token)
All Right, Guys
“I have things to DO!
And I must DO them!”
(Every body out of the way!)
Ah-HA!!!
“He foolishly exited!”
(Scrambles to quickly close the door to keep him from hiding under the bed)
The Verdict
“I’m doomed.”
Noooooooo
“I left my bed-room door o-pen!”
(As the cat leaps gaily off into it with a spicey, joyful meow – having just now recognized my folly)
Powering Up
“Finish the project…
And become ‘functional.'”
When That Day Comes
I Don’t Do
“Second day leftover fast food hamburger lettuce.”
(Straight into the trash before reheating and consuming other remnants)
We Keep Trying
“Until we can’t.
But even then…
Keep trying.”
Soul Survivor
“I’m tired…
I can’t do this anymore.
Another battle…
Another mountain to climb alone.
More blocks to eating, resting, dreaming, believing…
I can’t exercise or function well here.
Yet I am supposed to dig myself out of another caved in tunnel…
While suffocating and full of fear.”
Queenager Era
I’m Not Hysterical
“You’re hysterical!”
Rat Race
“Where’s the Go* *amn cheese?!”
