SwirlingFire: Sadists and Sirens
Sadists and Sirens
Hold onto your Anger.
Hold onto that anger when your thoughts drift to (that name) and you start to feel low;
Hold on to that Anger and fight.
Recall the belittling tone and timbre?
Remember the way you were told stop being silly?
You see things that aren’t there don’t you!
Perhaps the problem really is You?
Hold on tight,
Hold on to the sanity you still recognise.
Hold on to the sweet nothings
The dozens of times you reread the messages, selected words, carefully chosen,
“blue ticks” and ‘seen’
consumed and tossed into
Another Barren wasteland.
Hold on to the bile that caused you to retch
The acid, so strong, it burnt your throat,
That pain woke You
Hold onto those Sleepless Nights your “Ridiculous overthinking”,
How did it turn so sour ?
Reach Back For The Signs
They were always there,
You knew that then,
You second guessed yourself
That’s how we know
You never did that before?
(they) pitched full claim of Your Brain
You funny Little Girl.
Your kindness, fairness and empathy,
A bright beacon
Too Shiny for this Game
All Those Empty Husks
The Soul less Lifeforms
The Pseudo Humans
The Sadists and Sirens
They pull you down to their
Murky Miserable Depths
They Resent your Love and Light,
The Essence that demonstrates your
calming and caring
They lasso you with your mirror image
Whilst they cloak theirs under seashells, flora and fauna.
The new strands of seaweed, gently drifting
Almost invisible beneath turning tides
You couldn’t feel those arms clinging to you?
Anchoring their own wreckage to the next favourable rescue vessel
You, You are such a natural.
Sea salt in your hair and eyes
Ocean mists creeping inside your head
Squeezing your agency until
your mind belongs to them.
The flotsam and jetsam of their lives
Waiting for New Hope
The discarded skeletons of their
Gassed and weighted down,
Where sea monsters and the shoals of unnamed and armed species
Will never evolve, learn or grow
Where clinging to amoeba, snails
and under rocks
Life cannot thrive in Dark Silence
Death is not always
It can be the rebirth
What the ocean takes
The undercurrents will return
Ploughing through fathomless trenches.
The secrets will rise from the depths
Davy Jones keeps meticulous Accounts
Jewels so inviting
After millennia of concealment beneath sand
When exposed to the sunlight
All that remains is cheap, damaged glass
@Swirlingfire, 18 May 2020
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June 20, 2020 @ 12:57 am
Been there, done that, and can write the book. I can so relate to what you wrote here! This is also why I stand up for those who are in the middle of being targeted. It takes time to build up the strength to speak out for oneself
June 20, 2020 @ 2:36 pm
So many people have contacted me privately to share their trauma, the same methods and techniques continue to be cited.
It hurts that so many of us are blind to hulking great elephants in the room.
I’m not the best at conversational expression, I find #365Words really helps me heal.
I’m sorry to read you recognise so much in this piece.
It’s hard to work through especially when the majority call people like us : crazy, toxic, oversensitive, humourless, abusive, anti (any and everything)
As I once included in another blog
“Three things cannot be hidden.
the sun, the moon and, the truth” – attributed to Buddha
Thankyou so much for reading and RT
June 19, 2020 @ 1:35 am
I’m just about to sleep and have tears in my eyes. Why do we they choose us? They know, they see something and choose to break us.
Not beaten yet. Me or you. I can see in your words.
June 19, 2020 @ 11:03 am
Thank you so much for visiting this piece of prose.
I’m saddened to read you recognise all the descriptions and hopefully your “no direct contact” is manageable if family connections.
The surge of energy for healing takes a lot of self evaluation.
Wishing you a safe recovery
June 19, 2020 @ 11:46 am
I’m 5 years out now and things have turned a corner. My children are safe, and we communicate about them well now.
The positive is that through that recovery I’ve found a strength I didn’t realise I had, and a confidence to set boundaries with my interactions in the wider world.
But it’s been hard work, and a job I’m sure will need revisiting from time to time.
It’s worth it though 😍 N x
Sweet Autumn Rose
May 21, 2020 @ 9:44 pm
This is such an emotional piece. I got goosebumps reading it. Beautiful writing Swirly.
Be safe and take care,
May 22, 2020 @ 1:03 pm
I’m flattered these verses evoked a strong response for you.
The distance and time past has given me a deeper level of understanding and clarity of someone else’s behaviour towards me.
I’m far from healed and infallible
Stay safe and well 🌻
Sweet Autumn Rose
May 22, 2020 @ 3:10 pm
You too Swirly, I think healing takes a long time ❤
May 20, 2020 @ 9:25 pm
so much to take away and dwell on. I will defiantly read this one again
May 21, 2020 @ 10:14 pm
There *is* a lot packed into this piece.
My memories currently jostling for daylight:/
I hope your thoughts are brighter soon 🌻
May 20, 2020 @ 7:45 pm
Wow Swirly – that was an amazing piece of writing!
May 21, 2020 @ 10:11 pm
Thankyou very much 🌻🧚♀️
May 19, 2020 @ 8:26 pm
I am in the phase of only now recognizing the red flags that were there all along… but I believe too the ocean returns all it takes, and the secrets will finally rise to the top. Thank you for writing this, Swirly, I will be back a couple of times more to read it again.
~ Marie xox
May 20, 2020 @ 12:28 pm
It’s a massive shock to realise one has been targeted and groomed. I have good days and bad days as memories and reminders are trawled back to the present.
Wishing you a speedy healing 🌻