Saving the Hostage
by Sam Rix
Posted: Sunday, March 12, 2006 Word Count: 231 Summary: One I'm working on, which I'm not quite happy with yet, let's see what you all think? |
Saving the Hostage
Black thoughts, no way forward
An entangled web with acid threads
Ancient enemies, ghosts, old battle scars
The conditioned response I can’t disconnect
The more I wrestle, the more I sink
Deeper the dilemma, my thoughts like lead
Uncertain consequence, unyielding chains
Fathomless reasoning, retreat into my cave
Strong shoulders, take the load
Bitter, bitter pill, swallow it quick
Wrong choices, wrong reaction
Reality, knowing the awful truth
The trap is sprung, the snare has slipped tight
Denying in stubbornness, fool I’ve become
Eyes searching to my soul
Looking into the place I hide, no retreat
My worries, my fears
Clues she knows well, pain she sees
The door sighs open, as she tiptoes within
Discovering the little boy, hands covering his face
A whisper of concern, a caress of relief
Breathe the warmth from the bosom, as the demons are held at bay
Delicate motions, a lovers waltz
Lead me with honeyed bread crumbs, from my stagnant lair
Patient, considerate, my emotional mentor watches
Applying a balm and bandage, a warm soapy bath
A key is discovered, by one so close
Shackles are broken, my ragged arms are released
The zephyr hits me, debris cleared from my feet
Clarity beckons, on her wings we levitate
Sanctuary, a place for the unworthy, home, acceptance, time to recharge,
Before I face the music, with the Valkyrie at my side
Black thoughts, no way forward
An entangled web with acid threads
Ancient enemies, ghosts, old battle scars
The conditioned response I can’t disconnect
The more I wrestle, the more I sink
Deeper the dilemma, my thoughts like lead
Uncertain consequence, unyielding chains
Fathomless reasoning, retreat into my cave
Strong shoulders, take the load
Bitter, bitter pill, swallow it quick
Wrong choices, wrong reaction
Reality, knowing the awful truth
The trap is sprung, the snare has slipped tight
Denying in stubbornness, fool I’ve become
Eyes searching to my soul
Looking into the place I hide, no retreat
My worries, my fears
Clues she knows well, pain she sees
The door sighs open, as she tiptoes within
Discovering the little boy, hands covering his face
A whisper of concern, a caress of relief
Breathe the warmth from the bosom, as the demons are held at bay
Delicate motions, a lovers waltz
Lead me with honeyed bread crumbs, from my stagnant lair
Patient, considerate, my emotional mentor watches
Applying a balm and bandage, a warm soapy bath
A key is discovered, by one so close
Shackles are broken, my ragged arms are released
The zephyr hits me, debris cleared from my feet
Clarity beckons, on her wings we levitate
Sanctuary, a place for the unworthy, home, acceptance, time to recharge,
Before I face the music, with the Valkyrie at my side