It wrapped around me, that choke weed
With some sadness, some regret
It oozed it’s poison.
Wantin’ to kill me,
Or at least
Take me down.
Making it hard to breathe,
Dull shades of gray cast a pall over life.
Why?
Did I allow it?
Why?
Do I continue to hear the voice
In the choke weed
Telling me stories?
Accusing me.
Lies.
Why does it persist?
There’s nothing left to choke out of me.
There’s a void where I never wanted one.
But choke weed,
You gotta find new prey.
You’ve taken all I had to give.
Hang onto me and you’ll shrivel and die.
And so, it loosens it’s grip,
Because God knows,
It will watch out for itself.
I inhale, gasping at first.
Then, savoring the sweet smell of life,
The scent of joy
the balm of happiness.
I watch the choke weed…..
Choke itself.
I mourn the loss.
It never knew what it could have been.
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“Why does it persist?
There’s nothing left to choke out of me.
There’s a void where I never wanted one.
But choke weed,
You gotta find new prey.
You’ve taken all I had to give.
Hang onto me and you’ll shrivel and die.
And so, it loosens it’s grip,
Because God knows,
It will watch out for itself.
I inhale, gasping at first.
Then, savoring the sweet smell of life,
The scent of joy
the balm of happiness.
I watch the choke weed…..
Choke itself.
I mourn the loss.
It never knew what it could have been.”
I see you glowing.
And, I am here for the return of excellence… Jesus, this is good!
Awe thanks trE. Sometimes we just get sick of it, you know? I cut it down but every few days it weeks, there it is again. Sometimes it takes a month or two to regain its strength but it keeps coming back choking me.
I love the way you get my stuff. I really do. Xo.
🙂 I totally understand the moves and shifts needed.
Time can be kind sometimes.
It can also be shady.
I’m just grateful for the good days.
Me too. I’ve had a string of good ones. Energy was different tonight, suddenly too. It was ok all day. Weird. But you know… You can never know what’s coming from that quarter.
True. Very true.
That is a beautiful poem and it brought to mind a pervasive feeling I had years ago.
When I was in my relationship I used to get visuals of a tentacle like tumour that had grown around my heart. Like a hairy squid!
It was poisoning me and and choking the life out of me in a strange and dysfunctional symbiotic relationship.
I knew that if I cut it out I would die!
But once the relationship ended the visual just vanished and I never had it again.
Maybe a part of me that needed to die did.
This poem reminds me so much of that visual I would have and of the story of bluebeard, the internal stalker of the soul/psyche .
It sounds like the same thing! I’m so glad you could relate. Bluebeard, huh? I didn’t know that. I thought Bluebeard was a pirate, lol. I ate at a restaurant in St. Thomas once in Bluebeard’s castle, which is actually an expensive hotel there!
We do know about choke weeds, don’t we? It’s like a recurring nightmare. A gift would be exactly what you said…for the choke weed to choke itself….and the greatest gift would be to watch it happen. 🙂
Oh yeah. For the most part I get it chopped down before it starts to strangle me. But sometimes…. It can just blindside me. Can be a sneaky devil.
A truly nightmarish image! But so very relatable!
Great write. xoxo
Thanks! I was having a little nightmarish memory when I wrote it. You know…lol.