..victims can be so beaten down that sadly this abuse provides a sense of security. Knowing that they (the chains) are if nothing else, always there.
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? My senses suddenly become sharper,, ears feel hot, "tick...tock"..I hear a clock ticking nearby Tick tock, tick tock Survival mode, pupils dilate Tick Tock... Why is the door locked? Tick tock... I feel I should run but my feet weigh heavy like … Continue reading Frozen in Time by Raymond Roy
The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees. Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder. Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand. Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and … Continue reading The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry
"You Must Like Butter" By Raymond Roy #writephotoThe bright yellow flowers were reminiscent of when as a child, we would hold a dandelion under each other’s chin. If your chin reflected yellow, it meant you liked butter. The fringes on the brand new fat rubber tires created a whirring sound as the whipped against the … Continue reading “You Must Like Butter” By Raymond Roy #writephoto #domesticabuse
I am humbled to to have my first guest writer on my blog. Even more so, I am honored that he is a fellow Marine, willing to share his point of view. A point of view from a vantage point of view, few can say they have experienced. To fully appreciate his perspective, approximately 7% … Continue reading “Biggest Kid on the Block”, guest blogger, USMC combat Veteran.
Hush don't bark, quiet please, we sheep are watching "news". Listening for that one report, that will give us precious clues. Clues to Bias "Insight" that will, assure us of who we are, helpless sheep following talking heads and pundits near and far. Sheep of the left or sheep of the right, blinders firmly in … Continue reading “Media Sheep” by Raymond Roy
Shackled to a 4x4 beam. Shoulders ached. 12 hours earlier, The Pharisees had returned a verdict of guilty. Guilty of not following doctrine. For daring to question ritualistic antiquited practices. Immediately, they strapped the timber behind my neck and across my shoulders sent me off into the desert. Feet raw, and head throbbing, I approached what … Continue reading Fear No Evil by Raymond Roy. #writephoto
It's been a while since I was on my knees.... Just as I thought the world is only getting colder, Bowing my head, I felt the weight of the world off my shoulders. It reminded me humility waits patiently, but opens the door on bended knee, as thankfulness, comes naturally. Clasped hands pressed together in … Continue reading “It’s Been Awhile” by Raymond Roy
3 week update . "Mr. Heavyfoot" So thankful for modern medicine. I feel 90% of my facial/blinking has returned to "normal". I did want to share and a shift in a few things physically and emotionally after after a 10 day regiment using oral steroids(Prednisolone). All was well until 3 days after stopping taking them. … Continue reading “More CowBell”(‘s) Palsy “Mr. Heavyfoot”
Window sample packed so tightly into my coupe, I had to lean the front seat forward just to squeeze it in. 2pm in home demo appt. “You wait right here young man, I will be right back”. The lady of the house went in to the kitchen. The house smelled old. As I heard her […]