Buskin' from the borderline - postcards from the edge: BlogTramp Ray

Stronghold

Within this gentle spirits' bodys' beaten mind

Strongholds of evil reoccur

for every beat of my anxious heart

through day and night and thunderous flash flood it endures,

The cycle dies and seasons fade

All is reborn but not anew

Marionette strings tighten on

another catastrophic conscience abduction

another cycle swings, twists and turns then loops

through every harnessed, strapped-in nightmare dive

and torturous corkscrew whiplash swirl

I'm ripped and rammed then hurled

through fiberglass and pounding pipes and ferocious phantom flames

I'm captured by barbaric stronghold games

Let still redeem

my love for what or where or better yet, for... who?

after all that pain and still, this HELL that all this stronghold has put me through

Duped by day, Deceived by night

Naked

Wasted

Taken

Again

Instrument of your deception

Castrated, manipulated, emasculated

in front of the kids and then

I'm dragged in once again

I cannot ever win

My world is caving in

I'm losing everything

Your metaphoric drug addiction is my suffering

Naked

Wasted

Taken

Again

Alienated

humiliated

devastated

Again

and

Again

\

Twisted

Listless

Stop signs

Going by

Tearful

Pent up

Shaking

Can't cry

Perhaps my biggest question -

Is resiliency something that I can still be taught
Or is defeat something that I have already learned?

Ray Scott’s Daily Affirmation:

If I can't laugh at myself... everyone else won't have company.

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