Saturday, May 16, 2015

Old Skin

Peeling away the old skin is hard
Breaking free of its leathery hold is painful
But free I have to be
To feel comfortable in my new skin
I must chip away at the old skin that binds me
I labor hard to be free of its roughness
It’s familiarity, its commonness, its mediocre appearance
New skin is good skin
Healthy in everyway
Supple, soft, smooth
Not weathered from life’s storms
It is comfortable; although different
Many may gawk at it in wonder
Some will admire it
Few may be motivated by it
Many may be infuriated by it
Being comfortable in your skin has its price to pay
Not all will be agreeable
But they do not know the struggle
The peeling, the chipping, and the labor it takes
To become someone “you” like, not what the world likes
To be this wonderful person that only has to answer to you
And your heavenly Father
To realize that you are indeed “ok” just the way you are
Despite color, age, race and status
When we love ourselves despite public opinion
That’s when our skin starts to moisten, soften and silken
Now isn’t that a more comfortable garment to wear?


It takes a lot of time and patience to decide to adopt a grown Human. My daughter has hers on a Rent To Own package and I have the Lay A Way package… I don’t get the merchandise until I’m Paid In Full! 

                         Bah, ha ha ha!                            

Friday, May 18, 2012

The Trash

The trash 

I am a thing of great value
But I ended up in the trash anyway
You have such an eye for quality things
Impeccable taste in all things aesthetic
And a deeper love for the logical and level
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing of great respect
But I ended up in the trash anyway
The dints and bruises add to the character
Nothing new can compare to my depth
My beauty is immeasurable
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing that is one of a kind
But I ended up in the trash anyway
No one has ever forgotten me
I etch my inner-being on all that I meet
My difference is my most memorable trait
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing of distinct taste
But I ended up in the trash anyway
It takes a special man to appreciate me
I don’t fit into molds easily
Just when I’m here, then I’m there
But I ended up in the trash anyway

I am a thing that is rare
But I ended up in the trash anyway
I diamond in the rough
Most cannot see or appreciate it
Humanity is pretty dense I suppose
Because I still ended up in the trash anyway

I hear the truck coming
And I’m still in here
Lost among the trash
To be discarded
And ignored
It stinks!


Monday, April 9, 2012



I’m sorry if it seems I’ve lost faith
You’ve created us so fragile
I most certainly feel cracked
Fearing further agitation will do me in
It is hard to stay faithful
When all I see and touch is barren
There is no sun in my sky
I thought I found love once
But I realized love did not find me
All I’ve known is disappointment
You say I’m special
One of a kind
But nothing in my life thus far
Has proven that to be true
I fear my heart grows cold now
Your creations have laid waste there
Now it only beats out of necessity
The love inside longs to be enjoyed
So far all that has tasted her
Chose not to continue to love her
My heart does break
Now all I hold onto are temporary fixes
Stolen moments of joy
Just to feel an instant of pleasure
To imagine what “real” feels like
Not trusting that I’ll ever possess it permanently
Knowing in the morning, I’ll wake up
And the tears will fall again
As the heart continues to bleed for more
Wishing something would be real
Wishing someone would be strong
I’m finding my own strength is sometimes not enough
I fear my fa├žade will crumble
I will be exposed
And love will continue to evade me
Loneliness is an awful place
The crack is getting bigger
What happens when all the blood is gone?
Will my heart die?
Is my heart dying?
Do you love me even?
I close my eyes
As I struggle once again to breath
Wondering why your world hates me


Monday, January 9, 2012

The Simple Ones

When observed
I’ve noticed
The Simple Ones
Are the happiest
When free
Of oppressive things
Like connections
Only permanent associations’ permitted
Is beer, football and video games
Conclusion: A simple life is a good life

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Still Healing From You!

Steal Healing from You!

Sometimes I think of you
And I still wonder why?
Wonder what it was all about
Wonder why you made my cry?

Sometimes there is a scent
Or something as simple as a song
That takes me back
And I realize that it hasn’t been that long

Since you left my side
With no goodbye or reason
Just “Poof” and you were gone
Such a furtive act of treason

To rob me of my anniversary
And most of all my trust
How stupid I must have looked to you
What was shiny to me once is now tainted with rust

How foolish of me not to see it
The play on words blinded me to its meaning
What I thought was cleaver
You were never staying, you were always leaving

Sly and shifty your plan was
To deceive a naive
I wonder if you sleep sound at night
Knowing all the broken promises you gave

I want you to know that I know
But to contact you gives you more power
And importance in my life
I will refrain; you’ve made my view of love so sour

You and your haughty judgments of my intentions
When it was you who hide your real hand
You are every bit the sly fox with you stealth actions
You are beneath me, a coward and never a man!

Elaine Walton


Monday, November 7, 2011

Two Co-dependent People

Why I think Michael is also a co-dependent and why we had to end.

Think about what we co-dependents do... what we need. We need people to need us, so that we can help and fix them. We get our gratification from it.

Michael did everything; controlled mostly everything we did down to cooking, the movies we watched, even interrupted my explanation of my relationship with someone 16 years my junior because he thought he knew best why I participated in that relationship. Me needing to make sure he was comfortable with the relationship, let him think what he needed as to avoid confrontations or to cause disappointment in me. I justified this by thinking it was just normal sacrifices one makes in a relationship or just me picking my battles.

I was just as controlling by the way that I controlled this situation, the mood, allowing HIM to make most of the decisions, holding my tongue (I've gotten better about this however),  my sexuality... always giving the illusion of sex goddess (I do this well). It has gotten to the place that I feel like my sex always has to be "A Show."

In many ways Michael, belittled some of the things I liked, if he didn't share an interest in them (wasn't many things; however). I watched every movie he'd sent me or placed on my hard drive. I sent him a movie to watch and he never would watch it. Every time I'd ask about it, he made some passive excuse.

I started to notice he did this with any subject he wasn't comfortable with... his future, my job situation at the time, his mental issues at began to be very familiar to me because I suffer from depression also. The difference between he and I; I've faced my demons because I want to live a healthy and happy life.

Once this can of worms had been opened, there is no where to hide except in withdrawing.

But I digress... Let's focus on what feeds a co-dependent person. a Narcissist. Narcissistic Relationships will require lots of energy and work, because narcissists are in constant need for outside support and approval. Once these needs are fulfilled they feel powerful, but many times this need will be very hard to be satisfied and the self image and the peace of the co-dependent partner may be dramatically impacted. Some co-dependents will thrive on the "drama" of the Narc person I believe because they feel they have to do more to prove their love.

Michael's description of his last two girlfriends fit this mold. Esp the last one. Nothing he did was good enough. She was argumentative and never completely satisfied.

Me; I think I gave the illusion of being "needy" in the beginning because of my financial situation and me "letting" him take the lead. Because I've done it so much in my previous relationships, I was happy to take the back seat. This was all good until, he started exhibiting certain behaviors I was familiar with.

This is where I WAS THE FIXER because I have come to terms with my depression. Michael didn't like being scrutinized or assisted by me despite saying he it was ok (even asking for me to give him the push he needed). As I said before, after this can was opened, I couldn't close it. I couldn't pretend he didn't have these issues.

He withdrew more and more, not wanting to FACE his issues and I think resenting me more and more for knowing he had them. He tried everything in his power to down play it. When we were together, he'd keep me so busy we'd never have time to talk about "us" which would include "dealing with things." He then begin indulging in his computer games, sleeping a lot, searching ladies profiles on the website we met on. God only knows what else.

When I read the paragraph below on a website... it gave me so much insight:

"Withdrawal from the relationship can help both persons in this case. This is because the relationship has become the drug in this case. The relationship does not have to be totally terminated, but taking time off from one another is needed. Going to therapy and counseling sessions together can deeply help the chances of recovering from codependency. Once the codependent person is not able to have anyone to take care of or that needs them, they are better able to put themselves more into counseling and therapy which gives them a step above when it comes to being successful. Group and individual therapy might be necessary. This is to help boost confidence, and find yourself again since you were lost in the addicted person before. Rehabilitation centers that the addict goes into will treat them for codependency as well. This will not only help with the codependency, but also to fight the addiction that they have."

As courageous as it would be to know this is what Michael did or why he separated himself from me, I don't believe it is the case. I think he just had to get away from the person that would un-cover the mirror so he would be forced to see his own reflection.

Two co-dependence do not work unless both realize what they are and want to be healed from the destructive behavior. I do... I chose to stay out of a relationship until I feel "happy" on my own.