Thursday, December 8, 2011

Tongue Tied Lashing

No warrior's armor guarded
or protected her from his plunging
organ angrily piercing violation
into her soul. She had left her
breastplate and shield and sword
at home. After all, this strange family
estrangement wasn't war was it?

Anger now spent, these days his
tongue lies silent, unaroused, and
flacid. Her friends said she deserved
it, even asked for it. He still says
it was needed discipline for someone
with mental issues and authority
problems.  On bad days, I want
their tongues cut out for saying this.

My tongue is no longer tied
because I faced my accuser
eye to eye last night.
Suddenly, I felt like Dorothy
pulling the curtain back
exposing a harmless, scared
little wizard who only wants to
get back home as much as me!

Next, I felt like Meg in
The Wind In The Door,
saving Mr. Jenkins from his fate
by Naming him. Part of her
task is to distinguish the
real Mr. Jenkins from his two evil
Echthroi doubles. In order
to do this she must look past
her personal grief and grudge,
finding the goodness in Mr.
Jenkins, and let herself love him.
(Again).

All is well. Generously compensated,
I wait, wishing my own Mr. J/Wizard
well. Recompense happens.

5 comments:

Karen Eck said...

I'm glad.

Kathleen Overby said...

Ps. The words about Mr. Jenkins are paraphrased from a wikipedia article on Madeleine L'Engle's Wind in the Door. Attribution.

Louise Gallagher said...

Powerful. And in its telling says so much of the love in the writer's heart and the depth of her soul.

S. Etole said...

Thought of you ... and now as well.

Kathleen Overby said...

Love you girls. :) Thank you for bearing with me.