Friday, June 18, 2010
Onward and Onward
When I am sheltered in his presence, I am shielded by every second thought. I am shielded from the deeper lessons of this cloudy affair. I see only our underground tunnel with the future driving, speeding with no escape in sight. He bewitches me with all of his hidden talents and the sweet new flavor of his world. He leaves me starving for discovery and growth. But a case of chronic bulimia occurs with an aftertaste of truth. I choke on bitter flavors that taints all the sweetness of his filling meal. I begin gagging on the unbearable truth. Right when I think it's going to take me, I'm saved by his Heimlich of lies maneuvering the sensible logic out. Dislodging doubt, questions, and the right answers.