9th November 2011
Sometimes I find the pressure of all that I have to do threatening to engulf me, like crashing waves on the beach the to-do lists within my brain swirl and churn around, creating a surge of anxiety within me that threatens to engulf me and sweep me off my feet. I try so hard to keep that anxiety in check, building my own internal flood walls but sometimes it is just not enough and I am swamped by it all, lost within the waves of confusion and frustration desperately trying to stay afloat.
You always know when I am threatened by this flood, reaching out to me with strong hands and plucking me back to safety just as the anxiety is about to consume me and take me down into its murky depths. You create a heat that burns away the mist, driving me back into myself with the touch of your hands and the sting of your belt. Leaving welts across my skin that lay like little hopeful paths leading back into the calm waters of your dominance.
Here the waves lap gentle on the shore, the horizon is clear and my heart is calm. It is here that I can function and grow and learn to be all that I am. It is here that I belong on this peaceful harbour, surrounded by your love and made safe by your strength. It is here that I can shelter from the storms of life and watch the chaos rage around me. It is here that I can be more than just me because it is here that I am truly free.
Ps… The word this week is ‘surge’ and rest is up to you, Wanton or Wank?
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