The end tether

Together searching down corridors

colors and words flow faster than light,

five hundred-dollar hair and a flair

for not knowing when to stop.

Swirling like a dervish

up and down like a ping-pong ball,

light shining from golden teeth

she speaks of God who sits beside

on her shoulder

and I wonder why I feel

the compression of the energy

draining away till I move past her

each step so hard I move towards the light

of the sun that found the plate-glass window

leaving the wound top spinning

behind me.

God bless you another says

and I look confused as I hadn’t sneezed

yet she gazes beyond me to the girl

and the sight as she sways and moves,

taking selfies of colors

wanting it all

as she dreams in her mind and speaks

to the silence around her,

the others stare and I compose

moving back towards the whirlwind

tornado girl up and down into her sky,

she smiles and asks Libra or Gemini

but I can only reply


and she laughs out loud and says she should have known

for I exude the peace she searches for

yet hasn’t found

for the pills bringing her too far up

to feel she can get back down,

I keep distance as the pull of energy shifts

and I breathe in and out

letting her go about her moment

set free in the candy factory she says,

just wishing she had all the money in the world

to gorge on all she sees,

dyes and nails and pretty things

for inside she feels the ugliness that must be covered,

and she takes God in her hand

with a smile and a twirl

buys a few items but not all she wishes,

with not enough cash

and credit cards that speak denial,

leaves from where she came in.

Thoughts on a long event at work yesterday with a reformed junkie with a gorgeous dye job and gold teeth who spent so long in the store, taking pictures of hair colors, talking to herself, me and anyone who would listen (which was no one except me) and though I could feel the energy being sucked away from myself, had enough sense to walk away and gather up before engaging her again. A nice girl who has found God, has three children and a husband of 17 years waiting at home, but was a non-stop whirl of talk and movement. I do not know her name, but prayed for her and her family regardless. Just had to write something to get it out. Peace and blessings, K


24 thoughts on “The end tether

  1. I’ll bet you did! (feel anxious and drained) People trapped in their addictive behaviors aren’t safe. It sounds like you have a good boss–should this unsettled woman return.

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  2. thank you BW, I was just hoping she didn’t trash the store (as had happened at another one a few miles away days before-police had to be called, etc…) she was newly released from a hospital type/rehab…I pray she stays clean ❤

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  3. thanks E, an encounter I don’t wish for again anytime soon, it was strange and by the time she left, I felt anxious and drained….as if I were waiting for a time bomb to go off. She did thank us and seemed appreciative of being accepted and not kicked out of the store, had the boss been there, she would have been ushered out in a heartbeat.

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  4. thanks Derrick, after living in a bubble for years, encountering this type of person is a bit new to me….glad you enjoyed…it was a staccato feeling encounter for sure, glad I could put a beat to it in words.

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  5. Oh my. I could feel her hyper energy draining everything. And she crossed your path….a gift she may not ever appreciate! Wonderful way of bringing some closure for yourself. Thanks, K. 💕💜

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  6. I can understand the need to walk away before engaging again… Some do suck on our energy and being aware of that is important.. I am sure she felt uplifted for your listening ear..
    Loved reading your words

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