Grip the ropes, both of you,
and get ready.
Another day,
another round of tug-of-war in my head.
Throw me off-balance,
drain me of energy,
just as long as you keep up the push and pull.
Grasp the rope harder
and let it rip;
I feel the tightness bounce back and forth
within this rattled skull,
constantly knocking me off-center.
I trip in the mud,
get caught up in the muck,
and I slide,
feet dug in like a bulldog,
but still you pull and twist the rope
toward the line of transgression.
Angrily I jerk back the overly taught line
and you fall forward
long enough for me to gain some ground.
Reel me in,
drag me down,
face first in the mud.
I fight feverishly to grab at leverage
that just isn’t there.
The line inches closer,
tauntingly closer, and I am exhausted.
Still somehow I fight,
and out of nowhere comes a second wind,
and I drag you out of your safety zone,
out of the limelight
toward the middle of the gray dense fog.
Out of sight,
out view so no one knows you’re still there.
But I feel you there protesting,
reeling,
churning and agitating,
pushing and pulling to escape
and release yourself upon me once more.
You come at me again
when I am most unaware,
when I am at peace.
How do I negotiate
a madly contorted rope
while dangling from the wire?
There is no leverage here;
there is no stability;
there is no solid ground beneath me.
And you come over,
beaming from ear to ear
with that menacing grin,
bend down and without flinching,
pluck my fingers one by one
out of the firm grip I had
on the last thread holding me together.
Yet with the skill of an acrobat,
though hanging by one lone finger,
I manage to hurl myself around,
somersault in the air and land
with both feet firmly adhered to the wire.
“Give in,” you say.
“Go on, let me have my way.
Just do my will or I will force you anyway.”
Knowing the ill-at-ease
feeling you leave in your wake,
I resist.
I deny.
I refuse to comply.
I disobey.
And you send the flood,
rip me free of my balance
in a riptide.
I am pulled under
and relentlessly push against you,
barely getting my head above water
for one last gasp of air
before you pull me under.
Push and pull,
you drag me under,
I desperately bring myself back to the surface.
In anger you dash me on the crags,
pin me down with your invisible weight,
my chest heaves to catch my breath,
and I yell in protest
scream in pain,
cry out in anguish.
But you render me mute,
bind my appendages
with blindness wrapped in tunnel vision.
You cage me inside,
secure me with chains,
and take control.
The train rages down the tracks,
burning wildly out of control,
burning fuel with the brilliance
of the summer sun,
raging faster,
hurling down the track with
the force of a cannonball.
“Release the throttle!”
I scream
“Put on the brakes!”
I plead
but you laugh heinously,
kick it in to high gear,
and continue toward the edge of the cliff.
Desperate I free myself from the bindings,
bend and contort free of the metal cage,
loosen and shatter the chains
and wrestle you to gain control of the lever
the one last saving grace
the last resort–
the emergency brake–
the brakes shudder and squeal,
whine, wail, and jolt
but slowly it comes back under my control
and grinds to a sudden halt
right before the twisted and wrecked track
plummets over the edge.
You recoil back
and pout in the corner,
anger in your eyes,
a devious air surrounding you,
impatiently drumming your fingertips
against the smooth, porous white floor
of my skull
as you conspire and dream up
your next wave of attack.
This is truly powerful Amy.
Describes perfectly how I feel, a lot of the time.
You are a warrior and you inspire me!
❤
Thank you sweetie… this is the result of me trying to write a post and having this thing come out instead.
Sometimes we have to let the thing come out. You know?
❤
Sister-Survivor!
You described how I have felt with my ex time and time again; Excellent writing, you had me riveted.
I opted to put my comment on your blog 🙂
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This is how I have felt with the N. I have often compared watching a person who can’t give up the N to watching them on the train track with the train barreling down on them and you are screaming to get off the tracks but they can’t hear you over the sound of the train.
I just realized that this is about an inner battle but I related it to the battles with JC and his desire to destroy and my frantic battle to hang on.
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That was so powerful, Amy…and surely very difficult to reveal. As the comments above show, many of us relate to fighting some inner demon that insists on dragging us back to the edge in ever more creative (insidious?) ways! Additionally, as Carrie’s comments point out, some of the imagery may evoke struggles a few experience(d) in real life battles with those bent on controlling the reader’s lives and breaking their will so they’ll submit. Either way, I know this post will give others courage to fight back!
Nothing is more difficult than keeping it in. There are a few things I liked about this post…. which, might I add, insisted on coming out instead of what I was trying to write. In the past I would have fought it because I am stubborn, but I have learned with this to just let it happen, because when I am ready to get around to it in the future, the thought will be lost. It really comes out like a deluge and I am powerless to stop it. One, it is deliberately something open to personal interpretation. When you are someone who has been traumatized much in the way survivors of domestic abuse have been, so many battles we have begin to feel like the above. It isn’t a singular battle. It’s enduring physical, emotional, sexual, and spiritual abuse. Fighting against a controlling, manipulative narcissist. The victim blaming and being failed by the system. The single parents who are forced to maintain some kind of contact with the abuser because the courts force visitation with the abusive parent. After we leave, it can be fighting trust issues, financial trouble, self-esteem, PTSD, triggers, and so many other things…
The important thing I have learned from this particular battle is that is not so much the fight that should be my main focus. It is those periods in between when I have been able to subdue it and bring it back under control. Successfully overcoming another attack. After a while, you begin to realize the strength that must be there to continue fighting even though you know it’s going to happen again. You don’t know when, you don’t know where, you don’t even know how powerful of an ambush it’s going to be. It’s never at a time or place that it is convenient, and it is exhausting. Still, I persist to the end of each episode, because I have learned that it will come. The harder the episode is, the more I must fight. But I will overcome. And I cherish that peace in between.
Beautifully written! Now come over here ’cause I have nominated you my dear! http://avictimsjournal.wordpress.com/2014/05/19/i-am-part-of-the-wordpress-family-award/
Ah thank you 🙂 I am working a long day the past several days and most likely this entire week, because it is the end of the fiscal month, and I am in accounts payable land. If not tonight after work, I will by Friday I promise 🙂 I am so behind…. you have no idea how many nominations I have. Humbling.
It’s my pleasure!
I am utterly flabbergasted with your words, and how you totally nailed it 100%….so sad that I can so relate to every word and emotion felt. Thank you for sharing, and God be with us all…
I think instead of sadness, you should make it a goal to do two things: one, feel comfort that someone else knows so you don’t have to carry it alone, and two, take it into your heart and remind yourself that while you may have this tiresome struggle, identifying do closely also tells you that somehow you always get through, no matter his fast and hard the hits come, no matter how heavy the burden is, you always overcome. Even if it was something in your past….. this demonstrates your steadfast strength and courage. We who battle this, even when we feel weak, are not weak at all.
God has been there for me even when all else was lost. He carried me until I could walk on my own.
Thank you for your comment.