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Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The Spray

The Spray
copyright Sharon R. Poet

A candle disguises spray
That had it's cruel way,
I hope the rank odor
Will not return or stay.
It has to be over.
It just has to be.

  This poem was inspired by a dream I had this morning, which was about a man who had set me up to be sprayed, off and on, and then left...and me screaming for it all to be stopped and a woman (outside the room, where a couple remained) knowing but not saying anything... and then someone lights candles in the room, in order to cover the odor - in order to make things look like they were not as bad as they were, which had already started happening in reality.

P.S. Its hard to share this, which is about officials, (mostly in the FBI) because I am scared that they may torture me again or make things worse for me again and things can't get much worse. But I wish that things could permanently change, in a positive way, out of care for me and not only the usual little bit AFTER I publicly say something about it, in order to make them look better than they were. (When I privately say something I often get hurt in some way.) But I guess if there were enough care for me, none of this would have ever been happening or it would have happened with me knowing and understanding and with my permission - with regard for me. I hope they come to me, in person, and really make things better through being honest - through standing behind their actions and helping me to feel better about it all. But it has appeared to be headed in the opposite direction, for a long time now, and I do not want to be hurt anymore - I do not want to continue being destroyed in the ways that are most important to me, and especially not by people whose job it is to do the opposite of what they are doing. 

Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.