Always that tyrannical love reaches out. Soft words shrivel me like quicklime. She will not allow me to be cold, hungry. She will insist that I take her own coat, her own food.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

But the human spirit is resilient. God made us so. He gave us the ability to forgive. To leave our past behind. To look forward instead of back.

O I know they make war because they want peace; they hate so that they may live; and they destroy the present to make the world safe for the future. When have they not done and said they did it for that?

I am possessed by love and have no options.