Navigating Solutions and Darkness

Photo by  Allef Vinicius  on  Unsplash Dreams split wide/ Revealing The blood of delusions seeping through My head light/ dizzy A blood rush down and away/ Seeking egress Toes tapping against imaginary dances To the beat of a long dead story A string tied to a rib/ Only To be yanked viciously Follow on/ Or die alone bleeding Out from separation anxiety/ Separation From a rib that turns out to be More than a little important Once/ Or so the story goes Ariadne’s thread glowed bright Leading heart to heart through A labyrinthine world/ Twists And turns only to lead right back to you Always find my way back to you Once/ Or so the song is sung Until to ashes the magic yarn Fire-kissed twine did turn To reddish-copper burnished Sullen in the flames of betrayal Longer, stronger, worthless now/ Leading Off into a different world’s timelines A dull ache left behind Resounding/ with ...

"Let Karma take care of it," one of my friends says, before launching into a gory story about how somebody she knew got what was coming to her. I hem and haw in response, not being a great believer in anything that I can't see a logical structure in place for. If it's a Karma thing, then consider me more than happy to be Karma's agent on Earth. Karma might work in mysterious ways, but in my case, there would be no mystery about Her workings. And he did. Yesterday, for the first time, I felt very little anger. In fact, I felt the traitorous, "chuck it" creep into my mind. Briefly. On the positive side, this is a sign that therapy and time are doing their work. On the other hand, that is just bloody depressing. Because the thought that someone should get away with what they've done is... sickening. When someone goes to great trouble to lie, cheat, gaslight and erase history to adapt the narrative towards their own convenient means, simply let...