SwirlingFire: Slippery Truth
Slippery Truth
I may not be your cup of tea,
I’m marmite not cheap coffee
Your breakfast choice is yours alone
You’re most welcome to decide,
If it’s your valid desire from fact
You can unfollow me;If you stay and take your fill
That is your choice
You know you are allowed to leave
You still have your own freewill?You read my blogs that detail
The life no one would envy
You made me think you were a kind soul
A person of IntegrityWhen you choose to come and go
Several times within the month,
My timeline is not new to you
Not an unexpected
Unlabelled surprise
My content,
At times, brutal
It’s hardly new to read
It’s not a pleasure park
Positive ride Of youth,
It’s by most people’s thoughts
A lifetime
Most unwantedMy timeline is not peppered
with the frequent luxuries in life
The Professional White Led Lives
Of Affluence perceived
Details thoughtlessly so wanton
whilst others scrimp and save;
You air your decadent lifestyle choicesWithout a second thought,
Looking down your nose at me,
Your dismissive tone
From time to time
not supportive words you’d have others believe.My Timeline is not the same as others
The wankfest
Of vagina pics & porn
I’ve suppressed the Exhibitionist
I once was
Today, I only have my TruthThat attitude today
Filled with finger pointing scorn
Whilst I’m processing
The bile rising from my gut,
my pain that weighs heavy in full view;
You choose to judge me unfairly,
Adding yourself to the list of those
That came before you
Mutual friends think you’re
wishy washy weak,
Now you write so freely
Whilst your head is filled with bubbles
Claiming Sexual Abuse survivors
are Liars
it was our fault
We are to blame
Our voices are unwantedWhilst Sitting so comfortably
on that fence
That vantage point distressing:
Your place is neither in, quite out
It’s the brain
that’s taken quite a messingThankyou for your subtweeting,
In comfort, I read your thoughts;
Not the vehement Ally to All Women
Some at their lowest ebb
your judgemental or accidental blip,
lost my trust
More proof
another Great Pretender
#365Words
@Swirlingfire, 29 November 2020
December 22, 2020 @ 12:18 pm
I could leave, but I don’t want to.
Because I love reading your blog.
December 22, 2020 @ 4:10 pm
Thank you for your kind words
Wishing you a safe and healthy winter x
December 15, 2020 @ 2:47 pm
Alas, my friend, I am only a reader. But I think about it.
December 4, 2020 @ 1:40 pm
You have a special style. Thank you for writing.
December 4, 2020 @ 5:35 pm
Thank you very much.
It’s taken a while to find it.
Do you blog/write?
December 2, 2020 @ 7:44 pm
The great pretender rang a bell – i have post with that title about my ex. He wore a mask for along time then revealed himself. It hurt – still hurts
Take care Swirly x
December 3, 2020 @ 3:12 pm
I know exactly x
December 2, 2020 @ 7:41 pm
Yes I hear you – i have a post on my site called the great pretender about an ex of mine – wore a mask for a long time and then revealed himself – Take care Swirly xx
December 2, 2020 @ 7:59 pm
I am sorry ive made you remember that. Dm the link when you’re strong enough?
When people show their real selves, it so easy to self blame.
Not this time. I’m ready to settle some scores.
Wishing you well🧚🏻♀️
December 3, 2020 @ 10:34 am
<3
Swirling.Fire
December 2, 2020 @ 4:53 pm
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December 2, 2020 @ 4:06 pm
It touches my heart every time you write about the way people have treated you. In my eyes, it would’ve been so much easier to just offer a bit of genuine support instead of pretending to do so.
~ Marie
December 2, 2020 @ 8:10 pm
My apologies🙈
Thank you very much for your kindness and understanding
December 3, 2020 @ 11:46 am
Thankyou for your kind thoughts
I really try my best to respect and trust Twitter stranger friends, give people the benefit of the doubt, give people time to process and explain.
It’s a futile attempt.
Fortunately, through the last three years, I know there are great people out there.
I’ve seen and experienced far too much from lost damaged souls thinking in their punching bag – the gloves are off. I have receipts.
Whoopsie – excuse the mini ranty outburst.
I’m tired of unprocessed grief and frustrated anger from past experiences being used against me under guide of supportive female friendship.
#Breathe
Swirly x