Potential tragedies rise
when her twelve year old ego
state baits my fifteen
year old truncated growth state.
Pubescence is tough
enough without an added
hindrance of traumatized souls.
If I’m blindsided,
at sixty, by my fifteen
year old broken child,
then the toll on Tina to
know which role, which ego state,
to take is very
severe to veer from a clear
mistake that forsakes
her honesty for easy
facility to gain her
desired comfort.
Crystal, you’re very astute.
You can commute your
intense insight to refute
her resolute stubbornness
to address her life
born from incredible strife
on her naive terms.
[Shannon]
Tina does not trust women.
[Joseph Ward]
She does not trust men either.
She goes with what she
knows to be true from the few,
the very few, years
of her life awash with tears
shed in her cold, barren bed
silently with dread
from her loss of hope countered
exclusively by
her courage to cope and to
persevere to steer her life
independently.
The fear you now share with me
has scared me as well.
It was a sunny summer
afternoon when I would choose
to refuse silence
concerning Ron’s indulgence
with intoxicants
and his belligerence toward
her proper self assertions.
“You’ve been here before,
Tina. Your soul and body
bore Bartholomew’s
mark as his birthright to own
his pleasure as your treasure.
You took flack from Jack
when you ventured back to school
as he set to rule
your determination to
reject subservient stands
before male commands.”
Her errant spirit focused
through her dark pupils
and crystal clear, steady eyes.
“Joseph, you oaf, it’s my life
to choose whom I meet
and sleep with, to loose my bet
on those whom I met.”
She fought my storm front with her
raw undeniable truth.
I ought to have known
not to have shown undue right
for presumptive truth.
[Crystal]
It was not presumptive truth.
It was raw, absolute truth.
[Shanon]
Friends recruit strong facts
to refute poor judgement when
the consequence may
trigger some severe penance
physically as well as
spiritually.
You were right to speak truly.
Don’t be so contrite.
[Joseph Ward]
In spite of what you, both, say
there is no way anyone
should usurp free will
from humans. Even Donald,
the colossal cop,
adopts the position that
he stops criminal ill will
as opposed to acts
of free will’s usurpation.
Living is choosing.
Win or loose, Tina must choose.
[Shannon]
So, you abide suicide?
[Joseph Ward]
You’re very confused.
I abide human-life-force
infused with delight
in the forthright pursuit of
forging paths of improvement
for self and others
in spite of imperfections
and daily errors
in each exchange, long or short,
in the huge range of choices
replete with many
unforeseen consequences
good or very bad
that must be had one way or
another to cover cost.
I’ll stand by your coins
that when joined together speaks
a complete logic,
but remember, nurturing
does not bring obedience.
Tina makes the choice
and we, as friends, offer her
assistance always
with strong adherence to truth
and honesty with heart felt
sympathy as well.
Tragedy could possibly
be free will’s harsh truth.
[Crystal]
So, we must wash our hands,
Shannon, to squash attempts to
thwart her male choices.
We’d be smart to court deeper
consideration
of traits that would make best mates.
[Shannon]
Could we engage Cole’s band of
congenial friends
to extend her contact with
peers packed with a strong
desire for harmony.
[Crystal]
Cole’s band will plan their very
first symposium
at the farm early next week.
[Joseph Ward]
I’ll be a pilgrim
in search of solitude from
the concrete, urban bedlam
the day just before
their stay to complete their work
as I lurk softly
for an opportunity
to insert my expert thoughts
why recovering
survivors of harsh abuse
could clarify what
otherwise might be obtuse
therefore would be likely missed.
Tina could resist
my subterfuge and resist
my plea for support.
It will always be Tina’s
decision to choose her path.