A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

The Time Arrives

She was in a grocery isle, looking at garbage bags and cleaning supplies – of all things – and saw hum coming from her left.

Sunglasses still on to mitigate the bright overhead lights, she angled her stance more toward him and hazedly watched him approach, expecting him to turn and walk the other way.

But he kept coming, slowly, and was watching her carefully but directly.

Every step brought his visage more clearly into view as her mind scanned for attributes that would confirm his identity correctly.

Then he stopped right there, right next to her, not looking away – just as she held herself there, though swaying a bit from not automatically bolting away, herself.

He was ready?

They were ready.

To be real….

To figure out how to explain and discuss everything.

They were ready to face fears, together, with trembling relief.

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(This morning’s last dream before waking)

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.”

A Woman's Plight

Crush

It was hard to keep being strong – to keep showing a pleasant and neutral face because she was not going to be the downfall of some passing stranger’s fragile day.

But when she returned to the car these days, she could feel her energy suddenly crash by significant degrees from just maintaining effort.

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

My Love,

“I need you to come right up to me and introduce yourself.

Our start doesn’t need to be – and likely won’t be perfect.

Even if I flinch and seem to shut down, don’t buy into it.

I see so many versions of you lately that it’s all I can do to dig into my space and hold myself together as I quiver inside wanting so much to just reach out and claim you as my own.

I am likely projecting a vibe of ‘stay away’ around me.

But it’s because I don’t want to make a wrong move with a ‘wrong’ guy…

I just want you by my side.”

A Woman's Plight

Where Are The Cheat Codes?

If I tell myself to approach the rebuilding tasks directly, the blocks prohibit.

But if I tell mysdlf that I am cleaning my room again to get back into music, they will lift.

And then, when I try to focus on making music, I will see the rebuilding tasks suddenly come clear because of intense dread, worry, and lack of stability.

And I will veer to attend to these tasks, one after another – each time by beginning to attempt to work on progressing in music.

For I am amazing at self sacrificing when the days must be saved.

But maybe, after more months and months of rebuilding…maybe someday I can begin to actually reinsert music for real into my life again.

If the rent gets caught up and we don’t lose our housing.

And I don’t keep slipping farther behind in recovering from injuries, rather than regaining my strength.

And then, when that brief moment of feeling safe and hopeful at last reenters my life again and I think that I can finally focus on my art, another drastic emergency will knock me back down again.

And the cycle will start all over…

Only with less strength to carry on.