Too bad today was not Wednesday. Wednesdays usually determine what will be posted on Saturday. Here it is Saturday, which has no power to determine what should be posted on its own day, attempting to determine what should post on Monday. Can you see why it would be better if today was Wednesday and not Saturday on Monday? Oh, good. I thought it was only me.
Since Mantra got it in her head she was not earning enough, compliments of Greg, what is scribbled in her notebook is not the typical M3 fare for Mondays. Yes, preparations are complete for the mixed reviews and the visit from the troll who has returned to rate all the posts one star… more on that on a future post.
We have talked about power on a few occasions on M3. We have discussed its ability to corrupt, control and destroy. What follows is an upside down look at power. After it, a challenge awaits.
This poem came with a simple title, but not one which was fitted after the numbers were inscribed. Instead, this poem first touched the page as a single word: TOOK.
The complete abhorrence of WEBSCREAM was cause to reconsider the title before the first stanza was complete. In short, it was distracting. Once the lines were all assembled, there was absolutely no reason to change it to something less demanding. Tonight’s offering is TOOK.
“If I did it, you would never know.”
“You’ll do it because I told you to.”
“You’ll be dead before I let you go.”
“Without me, you’d be nothing.”
But that’s where you are wrong.
I’m not the damsel that you think.
Your arrogance is your swan song.
Today, I’m taking your power away.
I have always known when it was you,
But I was never ready to tell the truth.
Now, I have the strength to see me through.
I’m going to shuffle your house of cards.
My days of taking orders are over.
I am in control of my life, not you.
Today, I’m taking away your power
Because I am the best I can be.
In order for you to hold onto me,
I must allow it. Why would I do it?
I’d snuggle into a bed of anemones
Before I would permit your possession.
You are the demon I am exorcising,
Evicting from my head, heart and life.
Just stop talking. I am not listening.
I, too, have very selective hearing.
Tit for tat. You never heard my pleas.
Not for mercy. Not for love. Not for peace.
Today, I am bringing your world to its knees
By stripping the foundation away.
I hope you like the view from behind.
Though you’ll watch me walk away,
You’ll be chain-ganged to your kind
Because today I took your power away.