"For it is by dying that one awakens to eternal life." A blog by Adora Fallbrook, nom de plume for a 39 year-old mom & widow-now-remarried; rape, abuse and trauma survivor; recovering alcoholic, drug and sex/love addict; spiritual seeker; diagnosed with borderline personality and generalized anxiety disorders; and overall person-trying-to-be-a-better-person (but failing plenty of the time). "Pain is the touchstone..."
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Steps 6 and 7
Tired
I’m tired
of short-lived fantasies
excitement from a text
attention
“Maybe he’s the One?”
Yeah, no
see
I’m the One
God is the One
my hula hoop
gets smaller
every day
that I’m alive
removing Facebook friends
declining that request
from someone
looking for a high
by way of, “Maybe I
can fuck her?”
True
I used to fuck
to get them
men are
so damn
fucking easy
but I’m talking
to myself
like I’m my daughter
when It’s really
God the Father
showing me
that I am Whole
without them liking me
though yes
there’s someone special now
or so I think (?)
but what he sees in me
I still don’t know
besides my pussy / laughter
Jesus
so those parts of me
feel validated
yes
I am
a hot and funny
Christian girl
but not the only one
so maybe someone else
will fuck him
like I did
before I realized
for like
the millionth time
my friend
that
I
am
tired.
Easy
I was too easy then
I didn’t make you work to have
yourself inside my flesh
I wish
I would have waited
made you take me on a date
instead of letting you
get wet and taste
my sin inside your bed
This is my fate
no dress for me
this lust is free
and with this cock ring
I thee wed
This Christian widow
you can bone
and hear me moan
with no commitment
to the child I left at home
His father died
but why should I
demand that you
should take his place?
And so
these tears upon my face
aren’t wiped
They fall upon your balls
while I am choking
on my dignity
A desperate, sad
attempt at “love”
that leaves me
still alone