Distraction


These men
Only desire me
As receptacle
For body,
Or Word,
Or Problems
Never once asking
“Is this ok?”
Instead only taking,
Privileged in the security
That I’ll remain,
Yoked,
To receive and
Work.

Rather than acknowledge
My body,
Or
My needs,
I (over) stayed
……
Why?
…….
These men
Need me more
than I need them
And are only
Distraction.

Guiltily I obliged.
Intoxicated
By forged intimacy
Capitulating my heart
For my hunger
To be needed,
To be wanted
To be distracted.
To be…….

No more.
Wholeness
can never be found
In the bodies
Or desires
Or souls
Of others.
Only in my own
Waking

…………………………………………….

Poem by AM with input from SS.  All material is copyright protected.  To contact us (for questions or collaboration), please email: getwokecoven@gmail.com.

About this poem:  it is a composite of experiences, the author’s and others, regarding relationship, denial of self for the needs of others, and limited mutuality.

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