Anguish

-
The bludgeon rises
Steady
On knees
Hands raised
Weapon down

I do not plead
Beg
Grovel
Or Flinch

Each blow taken
Deserved
Earned
Harder
Please harder

Soul bloodied
Tear-stained
Unbowed
Another
Please another.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Making It My Own

-
I moved into my room just over two months ago. Today I made it my own. When I first got here, I wasn't so sure how long I'd stay. Now, with the sale of my house in Texarkana going nowhere and the pleasant atmosphere in the house, I'm thinking I'll probably be here awhile. I don't want to stay forever, as nice as it is. I still want to get back into my own place in the near future. I just have to wait for my house to sell so I can afford it. However, right now, this is what I have and it'll more than do for the moment. I miss my things - my bed, my desk, my big chair, my dogs. It's not awful living with "borrowed" things. I'm very thankful for the bed and the dresser and the closet and the desk that I get to use for the duration of my stay here. It's funny but I never thought about changing the room around. I was borrowing things. Far be in from me to say where they sat in the room. I was content to live as is. Until my roommate told me I co...
Read more

Be That Person

-
 A friend texted me last night. Her almost twelve year old son is starting middle school today and she was more than a little stressed. I guess it's somewhat normal for parents to be nervous about such milestones in their children's lives. I mean sixth grade means a bigger school, perhaps switching classrooms, more complex homework assignments, etc, etc. I'm sure there's also some wistfulness about the whole thing. The "My baby's growing up" kinda thing. My friend's concerns last night (and again this morning) were far larger. You see, her son is different. He always has been. Not only is he on "the spectrum," he also has Tourettte's. And he's on the fringes of non-binary. Plus, he lives on the border of Texas and Arkansas in a place that is far from open-minded and falls just below marginally accepting. This is the land of conservative politics (ie Trump), gun rights, big religion, and the concomitant "family values" that i...
Read more

Being Elphaba

-
Honestly, it's no different than being born green. Well, maybe a little. Ok, so it's probably a bit different. Humans don't come in green as a standard option. Funny, though, as I sat watching "Wicked" (finally...geez) from the first row of the balcony at the Smith Center (Las Vegas, Nevada) Wednesday night, I wondered. Like seriously wondered. Look, I'm sure a bunch of y'all out there connect with Glinda. You're pretty, popular, stared at in a good way; people idolize you, want to be you. And if that's not you now, you aspire to it with every fiber of your mind, body, and spirit. Hey, good on you. But here's the thing-- From the jump - the very jump of my life - I've been Elphaba. Maybe not green....but different. And not in a way most people like or understand, much less accept. I've never figured out why so many people expend so much energy wanting me to be like them. Grow your hair, wear makeup, wear dresses or at least stop dress...
Read more