Looking for a way out of this intellectual maze
Oblivious to all the obstacles I have never thought of before this very moment
Stumbling along the bones of those ideas that died trying previous attempts to flee
The search continued, but upon reflection, I was always hopelessly …
Everything you do affects me negatively and yet
Now you have the nerve to just stand there in front of me trying to be innocent
Expecting me to forgive you of your many sins, so many of them against me
Maybe I should forgive you, something I should have learned in Sunday school
Yet I can’t do that, so that’s why I am going to throw out this mirror!
An active mind is always trying to find things out
Searching for the answers to all their questions
Knowing that it was an impossible feat but the attempt must be made
They were trying to patch things together
And their therapist gave them an exercise to try
Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken it literally
Eventually the EMT was able to unwrap them from all the duct …
Lifting those around her with the strength of her humor
Always trying to coax a smile and plant a seed of happiness
Understanding sometimes people need to cry
Giving them the space in those moments to finish watering their emotional crop
Helping eventually the next crop of the giggles to grow after that soaking
Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces
As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server
Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation
Everything was a matter of time, though
Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort
So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him
Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky
Really it was his muscles clenching all at once
Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped
Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted
Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed. They were too busy trying to flee, but they
Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Blinking, trying to bring it into focus, but fails
Leaving the image muddy and obscured
Unable to clarify what was happening, she put on her glasses
Realizing that being old was the only thing she could see clearly in the morning
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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