Post by anirbas on Oct 4, 2006 9:09:18 GMT -6
I was of the impression,
I had become accustomed,
to expecting the unexpected.
Taking day to day events,
even situations made by another's hand,
with the undaunted, optimistic stoicism,
of a warrior or survivor.
For they are one and the same being.
But my world, seems to have tilted;
slipped it's axis.
Everything is off kelter.
Up is down, and nothing,
is as it seems.
Lightning cracks and fissures
the clear blue sky,
above my head.
Down I go,
as I lose my footing,
in this river of my so called life,
rushing, rushing out of control.
I cannot dam it's capricious flow.
I am helpless, it's course, to alter.
I am unable to see around the bend.
I am barely breathing,
in it's whiplashing,
dirty foaming swells;
I am drowning in it's fathomless depths;
this thing called my life,
with a mind of it's own.
Surrounded by conniving, merciless
sharptoothed rodents.
All, with one grinding intention;
to survive the flashflood,
of their own pathetic lives!
Even should it mean,
suffocating you, or one of their own,
in the process of keeping their
head's above water.
Quiet, shy natures, rarely place;
where the only prize, in a rat race,
is to draw their next
maleficent breath.
When it's sink or swim time,
it's every being for itself!
No matter whom is the kindest;
it is survival of the fittest;
or the luckiest,
otherwise known,
as those not cursed.
This river is rushing.
Rushing. Rushing. Rushing.
And I am obviously, one of the damned.
Flotsam and jetsam,
into me jettison,
shoving my hapless body,
into those whom would use it,
as a means to an end...
One way or another,
if they can get their claws
on me, to shove me under,
never to be seen again.
At least not by the eyes of man.
More and more,
I find myself,
daydreaming,
wishing I were
a crocodile,
in this rat infested,
swollen, rushing river,
a.k.a., my life.
Instead of the blindsided,
vulnerable woman, I am!
For if I were,
such an aquatic reptile,
I'd just roll with the flow,
rout out the rats,
whomever they maybe,
with a bite and a swallow.
Then work my way,
towards the new shoreline,
of the raging waters of my life;
and sanctified, higher ground,
to catch my ragged breath,
in blooming peace!
~Sabrina.
8/2004
I had become accustomed,
to expecting the unexpected.
Taking day to day events,
even situations made by another's hand,
with the undaunted, optimistic stoicism,
of a warrior or survivor.
For they are one and the same being.
But my world, seems to have tilted;
slipped it's axis.
Everything is off kelter.
Up is down, and nothing,
is as it seems.
Lightning cracks and fissures
the clear blue sky,
above my head.
Down I go,
as I lose my footing,
in this river of my so called life,
rushing, rushing out of control.
I cannot dam it's capricious flow.
I am helpless, it's course, to alter.
I am unable to see around the bend.
I am barely breathing,
in it's whiplashing,
dirty foaming swells;
I am drowning in it's fathomless depths;
this thing called my life,
with a mind of it's own.
Surrounded by conniving, merciless
sharptoothed rodents.
All, with one grinding intention;
to survive the flashflood,
of their own pathetic lives!
Even should it mean,
suffocating you, or one of their own,
in the process of keeping their
head's above water.
Quiet, shy natures, rarely place;
where the only prize, in a rat race,
is to draw their next
maleficent breath.
When it's sink or swim time,
it's every being for itself!
No matter whom is the kindest;
it is survival of the fittest;
or the luckiest,
otherwise known,
as those not cursed.
This river is rushing.
Rushing. Rushing. Rushing.
And I am obviously, one of the damned.
Flotsam and jetsam,
into me jettison,
shoving my hapless body,
into those whom would use it,
as a means to an end...
One way or another,
if they can get their claws
on me, to shove me under,
never to be seen again.
At least not by the eyes of man.
More and more,
I find myself,
daydreaming,
wishing I were
a crocodile,
in this rat infested,
swollen, rushing river,
a.k.a., my life.
Instead of the blindsided,
vulnerable woman, I am!
For if I were,
such an aquatic reptile,
I'd just roll with the flow,
rout out the rats,
whomever they maybe,
with a bite and a swallow.
Then work my way,
towards the new shoreline,
of the raging waters of my life;
and sanctified, higher ground,
to catch my ragged breath,
in blooming peace!
~Sabrina.
8/2004
