On the back porch, I've shared many cups of coffee with Guilt. In case you are wondering, Guilt drinks it black and bitter. Shame and I often take long walks on the beach...sometimes our hands intertwined. And my one-night stand with Failure has morphed into a re-occurring encounter that leaves me naked and alone the next morning...Every. Single. Time.
You'd think I'd keep my relationship with the Unholy Trinity locked away in my basement or closet for no one to see. And it's not that I don't, it's just most of my world has access to the password for their viewing displeasure. My biological impulse, in lieu of their disbelief and disgust, is what you'd expect: FIGHT or FLIGHT. I can't fight a battle that even I know I should lose, so I'm left with flight. To run...it is the only way to reset the password. Everything in me wants to run, to get out of Dodge...but I stay.
I stay for three faces
And accept the thousand deserving cuts
Of their righteous swords.
Their hands now stained
With the blood of their work,
I turn to the three faces,
Gaze deeply in their eyes,
To discover it is not enough.
I stay.
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