May I return to the day where little girls are innocent? Please, perhaps for just a moment. Where her mother loved her and wanted to keep her safe, where grandma's arms weren't sharpening the knives. Please, give me back that time.
She's tired of slaughtering wolves.
She's sick of washing off the bloody stains.
Yet, she does need the warmth of that fur coat. She does indeed.
Can she rear the wolf so that it's live warmth keeps her company? So that she ceases with all the killings. Should she? For the might of a wolf is in its ability to hunt. Would it still have it's greatness if it were tamed and curled on her bed, keeping them both warm?
Can such a fairy tale be written with a happily ever after?
Monday 28 December 2015
Monday 14 December 2015
He knows when you've been naughty, he knows when you are nice...
No, I do not teach for those who come in to class immediately loving me. Yes, they make teaching a pleasure, but they are not the reason I remain in the field. I remain for the mini-me's. Those who parents have no time for, teachers have no patience for, and no one else will give them the chance to be themselves. Their angry, vengeful, hateful selves and help them see that there is still value to their existence.
It is no pleasure at being questioned left and right, and not having the chance to speak up for yourself. As if their questions alone proved you inadequate. But then again, perhaps he has had that done to him time and again that he knows no better. I cannot change how he treats me, but I am in control of how I react.
Lord, grant me the wisdom to help this child you have so kindly placed in my path. Or perhaps, he will be the one to help me.
It is no pleasure at being questioned left and right, and not having the chance to speak up for yourself. As if their questions alone proved you inadequate. But then again, perhaps he has had that done to him time and again that he knows no better. I cannot change how he treats me, but I am in control of how I react.
Lord, grant me the wisdom to help this child you have so kindly placed in my path. Or perhaps, he will be the one to help me.
Sunday 13 December 2015
The woes of Christmas shopping
What are my expectations? Do I expect you to change, or do I expect to accept you for what you are. Yes, I know what you are. I see the broken shards left untouched. The covenant I wish for us is unholy, has lost its sacridity, and is not what I imagined for myself.
Please, let this lesson end.
Show me, at least, that there is a way for me to graduate from this without harm.
If only it were as simple as having death do us part.
I still have many lessons to impart to you. How do I maintain objectivity? Do I distract myself with trivial pursuits in hopes that the distraction provides us distance?
I know there's no use in fighting against it. No matter how I plan the movement of each chess piece, there is still the opponent's movements that I can only hope to anticipate. The variables are greater.
Do good. Be good.
Am I finally strong enough? Or am I the unknowing villain. It's easier when you don't see the other party, isn't it? Easier to justify your lucrative ways.
Do you really have no personal interest in the matter?
Perhaps instead of setting your expectations, you need to take yourself out of it. See it from the outside. You know what it looks like. How has it been perceived? You have caused it. Rectify it before it is too late.
There is a covenant to be written.
Ready your mind, child. Covenants aren't easily broken.
Please, let this lesson end.
Show me, at least, that there is a way for me to graduate from this without harm.
If only it were as simple as having death do us part.
I still have many lessons to impart to you. How do I maintain objectivity? Do I distract myself with trivial pursuits in hopes that the distraction provides us distance?
I know there's no use in fighting against it. No matter how I plan the movement of each chess piece, there is still the opponent's movements that I can only hope to anticipate. The variables are greater.
Do good. Be good.
Am I finally strong enough? Or am I the unknowing villain. It's easier when you don't see the other party, isn't it? Easier to justify your lucrative ways.
Do you really have no personal interest in the matter?
Perhaps instead of setting your expectations, you need to take yourself out of it. See it from the outside. You know what it looks like. How has it been perceived? You have caused it. Rectify it before it is too late.
There is a covenant to be written.
Ready your mind, child. Covenants aren't easily broken.
Friday 11 December 2015
The maze runner
How do I describe to you: that the corners are sharp. Yes, you may enter, but I do not promise you will escape.
The shrubbery is a lie. They appear soft and cushioning, but their thorns are poisonous and cut deep. They might offer you refuge from the monsters chasing after you, but they themselves will do you more harm.
Remember, that when I give you choices, I am limiting your options. Do you have any others? Do you really have any others?
The monster's sharp claws dig deep into your flesh, and you can hear your skin rip from the pressure. Veins are bursting. How do you escape? Do you close your eyes, waiting for it all to be over?
Wait,.... for it all to be over.
The shrubbery is a lie. They appear soft and cushioning, but their thorns are poisonous and cut deep. They might offer you refuge from the monsters chasing after you, but they themselves will do you more harm.
Remember, that when I give you choices, I am limiting your options. Do you have any others? Do you really have any others?
The monster's sharp claws dig deep into your flesh, and you can hear your skin rip from the pressure. Veins are bursting. How do you escape? Do you close your eyes, waiting for it all to be over?
Wait,.... for it all to be over.
Tuesday 1 December 2015
Who we are.
If I took away your senses, render you unable to see, or hear; how terrible would that be?
His Achilles’ heel.
No, he is not a believer. He will anguish his very heel with pain and suffering.
He does not believe. It cannot be true. He does not believe. To this heel he will
befall every ounce of hurt. Why? Because he does not believe. Relinquish that
wince of pain. He does not believe. Alexander, bring the salvation to a halt.
Let me feel this pain. I need it. Let the anguish lay fall the weight of
reality. He is no aurora.
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