It was a warm summers evening and the dimming rays of a mid evening sun was protruding through my window, my view of the world outside. I sat alone knowing what needed to be done, yet dreading the task in a way a mother craves for a baby but tries to shield her thoughts from the pain that often goes with it. However this was the evening of all evenings that I would face my fear and complete the task that I hoped would indeed make me whole again. I battled the legs of the monster, tackling it with a relish that even surprised me, in all of my testosterone filled dreams could I have believed I would have got the beast in an upright position ready for the kill. Next was to fight the creased sight of it's body, each time I brought it to heal it creased itself up again in arrogance, laughing at me, daring me to bring it to straightened obedience. Its arms were waving at the sides trying to move away from me at every opportunity, the creasing and pushing movements increased, but the more it struggled, the harder I pushed my command over it. It became a fight against 2 wills, mine the patriarch, the person who could not lose this fight, lose it and every other fight would be lost to. It, trying hard to wriggle free, telling me that it would not except its subservient position that I had forced upon it. The struggle was no longer than 7 minutes, eventually quiet fell, I had won, its subservience was now total, not a word was uttered, not a sound made. I had triumphed and yet I enjoyed the moment as if I had been given God like powers. It was crushed, nowhere to hide, and sadly it's arrogance had been blown away like the tiniest sand particle in an Arabian desert storm. I feel no sympathy, I feel no regret, I won because I had to and I believe you would have done the same in my position. Do not judge me, judge the situation and you too would have displayed the reckless abandon that I too displayed. Yes...........I finally managed to iron my shirt (Can go to work now)
John
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