Huntress

My sphere of consciousness is all scrambled

I think that sacred wishes in my soul have been granted

Perhaps the witches hexes upon us have been by the light disenchanted for good

He is coming back home already

He only left three days ago

I had planned on taking his departure as a sign for me to branch out and make an attempt to date other boys

It is almost like it annoys a part of him

Something that I doubt he would ever admit

I am not going to put my life on hold because I am too busy trying to forget my pain

He needs to stop going out of his way to show me that I was never quite enough

Especially not now

Clearly, I am the only one who has ever remained true

He even said so himself just the other day

He is not going to come back and start trying to make me live my life in any other way than I do

He must make up his mind

I am not a yo-yo

I am not a fucking Tinker Toy

My life is not a damned childhood game

I do not want to hear anyone elses' name

Keep your side life to yourself

I am not going to put all of my plans on a shelf to collect dust and become forgotten

His reason for returning makes no sense at all

But, the real one makes more sense than is even clear

I am the cloak

The protector

The shield

The huntress of his minion, his fear

His Artemis, my arrow pulled all the way back and locked into place

His huntress in shining armor

His nurturer

His Mother in soul

The keeper of all the answers that the thieves of his upbringing stole

I can do this again, but its going to be in my own way

All he needs to do is live

Without saying a single word

Not uttering even a fragment of sound

We have found our hidden treasure over the eons

Behind the arch of time

He must listen to me when I speak to him

By now, he must realize that I am seldom wrong

I have always listened to every word he has spoken

I have remembered every lesson I have learned

I have kept him in the highest realm of my love all along the way

His negative tendencies will not be tolerated, nor accepted

They will have no way with me or my luck

That worry wart spirit that he clings to is now a sitting duck

I have the shells hidden away

I must go out and buy a 22 rifle

I can already taste the greasy broth in the spoon

Duck soup turned into a delicacy

The murder of ignorant self-unraveling

Such a triumphant affair

I am going to be a brutal bitch this time

But its only because I care

If his family is so damned important, then that is where he needs to live

I cannot give him anymore right now than they can

All I can do is show him compassion, friendship

True love

I am not above

nor below him

We walk in lines that run parallel

Thank God he is coming home and has a game plan

Drawn away from that Winter pit of Hell up North

I have, indeed, called forth my warriors

To assist me in this victorious time to come

We shall devour the sacred nectar of the Gods

We shall eat the cake of sustenance down to the final crumb

Everything will happen now in the right and perfect way

I now snuff out the hearth candle of new beginnings and I will never say another word

Heard

by God

finally

Because it

finally

has come

Our time.....

9/11/2016