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Who walkes with me Sometimes I write with words in rhyme What I cannot express in verbal times The thoughts that swirl inside my head When emotions are full and need to be expressed. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into my soul. About how I feel, what makes me whole **** In this world where I reside A constant presents walks by my side Holding my hand through fear and doubt A form I cannot live without. It holds my soul in gentle hands Controls my steps with subtle commands. Guiding me to always strive Never letting my resolve subside. Who is this form I hear you say? Who journeys with you both night and day? He is my demon, he is my light He is the one who controls my life He brings me pleasure beyond compare He brings me pain without dispare. How can this be that you would give, your life to one who controls how you live? What power does he have to hold you so? Can you not walk alone, can you not just go? I have walked alone, thinking I was free I have walked with those that I thought loved me? But on my path I found, its not enough to just take a hand. This form takes more from me, than I allow the world to see. It climbs inside my very soul, and tears apart the chains that hold, the very darkest parts of me, and lays them bare for all to see. Who is this one who has such presence, who's strength and resolve can see your very essence? It must be strong and powerful beyond compare To hold and bind you in its snare? No my friend you have this wrong, It did not come with strength alone. It came with heart, passion and need. It came with longing, want and greed. It came to own and posses my soul It came to take, and to Control But, it is also weak and soft and kind It has its doubts, and worries of mind It has a life like many do, Full of stress and trouble too In me it finds its release. A place of safety a place of peace. Where is can be, all it wants to be A place where it can be truly free. I give it strength as it takes mine I give it power to control and bind. I surrender to its every need, I allow the darkness a place to feed. It holds me fast and I hold it Through times of trouble Through times of bliss I give it control, it gives me courage To just be me, to grow to flourish. And it has in me a place to be..completely open, to roam fee. It is not the clothes that make this one It is not the stature, it is not just the Dom It is the way he gets inside.. Sees my soul, feeds my mind. In rags or riches it would be the same. It is not the fortune, it is not the name. It is everything he sees inside It is how he takes what he desires. It is how he allowes me to be, to give, to release, to serve and be free. In chains or cuffs, restraints or collar In pain or tears or fearful torture. I am exactly what he allows me to be For he ownes the real me. And I will skip and step with pride As I walk behind his left side My path is his to choose for me Without reserve So mote it be. |
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What an excellent piece of poetry. The way you describe the way you live and love is excellent. Looking forward for the next blog. Keep it up Pagan. Mal x
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