Many Life-times…
Poisoned by oppression
And manipulation
I awaken one day…
From my own
Consternation…
Why am I still
Living this life?
These mirrored
Surroundings…
Enduring this
Pattern of lies?
The only thing
That has ever
Changed is me…
Yet, the Karmic
Cycle that I am
Trapped in…
Will not let
Me free…
What must I do
To escape from
This confinement?
That closes in
Day by day?
Must the program
That was given
Me be endlessly
Played out in
every possible way?
Patterns handed
Down from
Generations…
I thought that I
Would be the One…
To finally
Champion my
Family and
Break these
Hideous bonds…
Now, I see
Before me a
Horror as I
Watch…
The same old
Story being
Played out…
In my own
Precious seed
My daughter…
All right
Before me…
Helpless to
Change it
Hopeless to
Stop it…
I realize that
This is Hell
That I have
Woken up in!
Author notes
Things are better now, but it is a horrible thing to see patterns of dysfunction perpetuated through your children. My daughter just ended a relationship that was abusive. I was afraid she was making the same mistake that I made, if she had stayed in an abusive situation. Whew!
A contest entry
- Life and Death - Options by Thoughts-of-Soloman.
1750 points, ended May 27, 15 entries
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Thanks again for your entry.
It seems that to an extent you have brought another viewpoint into this, regarding the cycle of souls, reincarnation and laws of Karma.
I find that what you have expressed here is a 'way' of the very affirmation of the potential value in the subject that this contest was about, which I thank you for.
The only thing lacking though, is your actually diving into it and actualising the potential, rather than just recognising and pointing at its value.
You don't have to wait, it is not 'helpless'. Simply by turning your thoughts of intention, which I believe you already know, much transformation can happen now. It never happens in any other time anyway, so yes, believe in that 'One' which is undoubtedly in your self.
Isn't that the 'One' who considered its possibility of presence anyway, where else would this have come from?
I read:
A very descriptive and able write propelled by knowledgeable insight, yet still waiting to have its 'fruit' tasted.
All the very best to you
Sol
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it's that thing of ever decreasing circles and the way we go round and round, as i've said already on another entrant in the contest. it is as the french say, le petit morte . ... the little death/s ...
we realise the merry-go-round goes on and on... i think you've done well with this piece Karen and dipped your toe into the ideals of the concept of the contest and i applaud you for that
so, well done and many thanks for entering our contest
G.x
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Thank you for your entry.
I would much like to hear more from the nature of your own 'facing', freed from and disregarding even the deep concerns expressed here.
The walls of 'the hell' all broken down and fallen away.
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I really appreciate your valued comment. Okay; that is a good prompt for me to write about. I will. It was just "waking up" one day, and realizing I was in the same surroundings, and experiencing the patterns replaying themselves. The profound realization was that the only thing that I have had power over to change, is myself.
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Yes, yes and that is right around mid-stream of what this contest was intended to be an invite to.
All the best, Sol
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