It’s time, isn’t it? Time to write it down, spit it out, give it up.
Yes.
But I don’t want to.
You have to.
But I’m scared.
None the less, its your bed made. You have to.
Are you ready?
No.
Go ahead anyway.
OK…
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There is a thing still lying in wait. A something – ever-hungry, heavy, dark, and leech-like – looming just beneath my surface.
I can feel it there always.
This thing, this Bastard, howls in foreboding glee. Safe in the assumption that I am too scared to ever acknowledge it. Satisfied in knowing that I am piss-fearful that if I ever did, it would surely decimate me.
Leave me for dead.
This thing, this Poison, is the same thing I have felt gnawing with greasy lips before. The very thing I have previously – with eyes tearfully squeezed hard shut – ignored, all in the hopes that it would simply go away.
It didn’t.
This thing, this Sin, is the director of my nightly ‘mares, the driver of my attacks of anxiety, the detriment to my finally being able to straighten my life, my faith, my forgiveness, my moving onward.
My growing upward.
This thing, this parasitic Fuck, is the last thing I must give to Him. The thing that only He can destroy. I believe this to be true, I want it to be done. And yet this thing I can’t even name. This thing I need to hand over, I can’t see, nor yet look in the eye.
I only feel it, know that it is there.
Lord, please take this thing from me. I don’t know its name, but please rip this overly fattened tick from my soul. I am not strong enough to give it to you. I know this, and I’m so sorry for my weakness. But if I ask You to take it instead, will that count?
If I ask You, will that good enough?
If so, then please. Please, and now.
There is a thing still lying in wait. A something that is slowly bleeding me, and if I hope to be complete again, this thing has to be removed.
This something has to die.
The first time I’ve ever used a prompt prior to the actual post, within the introduction. This one coming from the good people over at the Write On Edge community.
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The thing without a name. Oh, I know that feeling. This was beautifully, honestly written, t. And I only wish I was half as eloquent in my comment about the power of this as you were in the writing of it. Here’s to the death of those parasitic ticks. xx
V, I wasn’t eloquent at all. I was simply a reporter, hoping to expunge the very disease I saw by simply acknowledging it. I really hope it works. Thank you, Beautiful.
I have faith in you:) xx
This was so honest and raw. I loved reading it and enjoyed the power behind the piece. Nice.
Thank you Donetta – I truly appreciate that <3
This is so raw and seeps with emotion. Such a terrible burden, but it’s written about in such a descriptive way that makes it easy to empathize with the pain.
Tis only a burden till we let it go, right? Thank you =)
Nice to have you joining us over at Write on Edge. The imagery here is so raw and as you put it parasitic. Darkly evocative, but it makes me hopeful, too.
Cameron, you’re one of the writers who scares me with your talent. As such, I apologize that it took me this long to muster up the strength to throw in my 2 cents.
I am glad to hear that the hope implied was received however =)
Well, I’m flattered, but I’m not scary! :) And for me, anyway, hope was a huge part of this. You can’t dig deep and face fear like that without some small reserve of hope.
If fear were to hold a democratic convention, what might it look like?
Emotionally evocative, always enjoyed.
Thank you so much k~, for both your comment, and your unbending support throughout =)
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It will always be my pleasure to ready your
heartwords.Wow!This is really powerful writing and the imagery-ooh!I loved the para,”This thing, this Bastard, howls in foreboding glee. Safe in the assumption that I am too scared to ever acknowledge it. Satisfied in knowing that I am piss-fearful that if I ever did, it would surely decimate me.
Leave me for dead.”And the line which simply took my breath away was,” I don’t know its name, but please rip this overly fattened tick from my soul.”Wow!Loved this Troy:-)
Thank you dear – I’m hoping that if one prays hard enough…
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Holy…wow, kid, that was some seriously powerful stuff. I think having the strength to admit that you’re looking for help, and then have the gumption to ask for it, is the first step towards conquering a fear of the nameless. I think it’s a human weakness to feel that we can, and have to, conquer all our maladies solo.
Truth. And for far too long I’ve had to go solo due to feeling as if there was no one to support me, a feeling backed up by experience. I know now that that is no longer the case. Thanks =)
Wow, wow, wooowwwww!
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