Mocked by Weevils
I will take your hand, please lead me from darkness,
Living this tortuous love, every day,
I saw hurting myself as reasonably, to my mind,
the only exit.
But I was too much a coward, without your help
Each day my skin crawled,
Infected by imaginary long-snouted Weevils
That left tiny footprints on my dry flaking skin,
Each print points forward
Mocking my decision to crawl backwards,
They lick my very soul with their long tongues,
Rasping on each cell, moistening hair follicles, flat
Against my epidural layer.
Once again, Weevil mocked,
For not standing up and walking on.
These thoughts were not my own,
They were an emotional transference,
I was unable to escape her even in my mind,
Unable to run, and run, and run
She said I was worthless and incapable
Of succeeding without her,
She knew the reality of that,
Her clutches were tight my guilt was strong,
My hope was lost.
You came showing compassion,
Showing a desire to comfort,
When no one else would or could,
You established my intervention,
Your daughters knew what and how to relate,
At this late hour, there is finally no more pain
Now accompanied by Weevil friends
I thank you, Nyx