Day 6769 of the hostage situation
So much has changed since my last entry I struggle to know where to begin.
The eldest captor is no longer a child but a young man who now is less interested in holding me captive. He comes and goes at will…hours spent at his own vocation and with his female companion or friends.
The younger female captor rarely references the YouTube entity anymore, her focus has shifted to a new entity they call tiktok…she has even created an account for me and I have been using it regularly, strictly for investigative purposes of course…
We are at the compound this week and there has been little strife from the captors, it makes me wonder if there is a grand scheme at play.
It’s odd to say but I no longer wish to escape, in some ways I read through my old entries and feel nostalgia. Instead of fearing what my fate as a hostage is, I now fear the inevitable day when my captors move on to some other endeavor and I’m forced to live as a free person, no longer a hostage. Is it this the Stockholm Syndrome I’ve heard of? Am I developing a psychological bond with my captors? I think the answer is clear… for now I will cherish every moment spent in this strangely symbiotic relationship and worry about the next stage of capture when it comes.
Author: kensma
Shattered
I shattered it all
Hundreds of pieces flying at the wall
I watched it crumble
Laying on the ground in a messy jumble
Darkness, envy, despair and doubt
Chains that bound, strewn about
Broken dreams, joys unfound
Regrets and shame scattered on the ground
Who I am vs who I should be
Looking in the mirror not liking what I see
Pieces that remained I crushed even smaller
With every crack and every shatter
I could feel myself standing just a little bit taller
No more waiting for the chains to be lifted
Joy and peace are never gifted
So I learned to find joy in the tiniest clock ticks
Stopped seeing myself as broken, as something to fix
I shattered my doubts
Stomped on the lies
That told me who I needed to be and why
I embraced who I am and let her run free
And discovered I’m capable of much more than I believed.
The Newbie
A newbie in town, clearly not from around here, he wasn’t welcomed with open arms, but suspicion and fear.
He made his way,working hard for little pay.
He didn’t need much, just food and a place to stay
On Sundays he went to church but never the same one and the people said “how odd! just pick one and be done!”
He was heard telling townsfolk “this isn’t right, this isn’t the way” and the congregations declared him a danger “he’s leading people astray”
He stood with the marginalized and walked hand in hand, as they marched to be heard. The churches declared him a formidable foe, a servant of the devil , the lowest of low.
“Where are you from and why are you here?”, they asked him one day, “Show us your papers or we’ll have you taken away!”
“The clothes you’re wearing don’t fit the norm, you’re promoting defiance, consider yourself warned!
Our Savior is coming imagine what he’ll say when he sees you carrying on and acting this way! Get yourself right with God by following our lead, we’re your only hope, we are what you need.”
He shook his head and calmly stated, “Did your savior not die for ALL he created? Did he not tell you judge not, to leave it to him? Why is my love angering you so? Why do you use his name in vain, by the hatred you sow?”
The audacity shocked them and fueled their fire! “How dare this nobody question our faith, how dare he tell us what OUR savior requires!”
Laws were passed and the witchhunt began, to rid the town of all who were not like them. “It’s a matter of safety, it’s for the greater good, we must protect our people in this neighborhood.”
So he, and those he stood with, were forced to leave, or face persecution from those who “believe”.
Time passed on and the town was quiet. A like minded haven for the truly “faithful”.
Years later the Savior DID come and as people across the world, so did the townspeople drop to their knees. Blinded by his light they could not see, they whispered to each other, “our time has come we drove out the heathens, so happy our Lord will be!”
When finally he spoke his words confused…”Why have you forsaken me?” And the townspeople gasped…”but Lord we have made our town clean all here are worthy!” They cried in rebuke. And his reply came as the brightness subsided and their eyes were opened. In front of them stood the newbie they’d run out of town …
“I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”
The Race
I don’t normally need disclaimers on my poems, but I’m going to add one to this. This isn’t knocking teachers, or students or sports. It’s not knocking college or degrees or good jobs or success… its not knocking anyone. It’s simply about the expectations of society placed on our younger generation and carried on through to everyone. You may read it and find something that makes you angry or makes you think what I’m saying isn’t fair…I’d ask that if that happens you take a step back and realize the words don’t apply to everyone everywhere, but they do apply to someone, somewhere.
The race began and you could barely crawl
Faster they shouted, don’t stumble don’t fall
Hit each checkpoint one by one
Don’t skip around, can’t start THIS til THAT is done
You’re being critiqued so do as we say
The answers not right unless you do it this way
You’re falling behind keep up with the group
You need to be aligned, a uniform Troup
Its not Knowledge that’s power but the letter grade
Yet you just need a D to stay in the parade
Play in sports to earn admiration
Score score score to build a reputation
Finding the IN crowd and getting a place
Ensures you’re noticed and helped in this race
You’ll be tested to see where you rank
Do real good and it’s money in the bank
Success is measured in dollars and cents
You’ll learn everything except common sense
Critical thinking? We don’t have time
Figure it out when it’s on your own dime
Go to college get a degree
get a job get a title get money money money
When this race is over you’ll see how it’s scored
Then you can join the masses to be shunned or adored
Character and integrity take a back seat
The world wants to see money under your feet
Before you know it you’re in another race
Keeping up with the Jones’ trying to save face
And race after race did you ever get time, to explore, to choose?
What makes you happy, what do You want to do?
Is your success measured by the happiness inside
Or are you leaving it for someone else to decide?
Yesterday
This was the first poem that I ever wrote (that I remember). I was 12 years old and wrote it shortly after my dad died.
Yesterday I saw a picture of your face
I thought and I remembered your comforting embrace
Now I wonder where you are
Living my life without you, I know it will be hard
But as awake each morning, rise to face the day
I won’t forget your love, I know it will always stay
And even though you aren’t here
Your spirit lives on so dear
A Dash of Dark
A dash of dark a splash of pain
Make a well and add insane
Mix in dreary and murky tear zest
Stir it up as it crushes your chest
Scoop it up bit by bit and let it sit to dry
You can’t get it all no matter how hard you try
When the last of its dried and the darkness encased
You’ll think they are gone, your troubles erased
But new ones rise up along with ones that you missed
a Neverending series of cataclysmic plot twists
the pain is too bitter, nothing can drown out the screams and wails
Toss it aside another recipe fail
Ponderings…life’s puzzle
I don’t think we start out broken but I also don’t think we start out whole and become broken by life.
I think we start out incomplete, like a started puzzle.
We take pieces and add them as we go.
Sometimes pieces we needed are lost and we must grieve. That space can only be filled with memories.
Sometimes it takes years to realize that pieces we thought fit, just don’t.
When we have the strength, we remove those pieces.
Then we have a choice…search and fill those spaces with pieces that truly fit,
Or learn to love the pieces we have and accept that if something comes along that is meant to be part of our puzzle, there will always be space for it.
The key I think is to never leave those spaces empty…fill them with love, gratitude, kindness, hope and good things.
When a piece comes along that we choose to add, all those good things needn’t be removed, they simply become the glue that hold our pieces in place ❤
The Space You Build
I’m sick of fighting, Tired of trying
Shedding tears with my hopes slowly dying
Caught in a whirlwind with no escape
Watching others dreams take shape
Feeling Alone, weary , and filled with regret
Pondering intentions that remain unmet
Days sadly wasted with no great stories to tell
I’ve created my own living version of hell
Hell wasn’t a place I wanted to be
And the space that I build is a product of me
I had fears to confront, pain to unfold
A life full of stories that needed to be told
So I packed up my pity and threw it away
A life lived intentional begins today
So now…
I keep fighting, keep trying
I still shed tears but my hope is far from dying
If I get caught in a whirlwind, I’ll get out
My dreams will take shape, I have no doubt
I know I’m not alone thinking about choices I’ve made
And I look to the future unafraid
Days spent reflecting and growing in grace
It may not be Heaven, but I love this space
Phoenix in Wait
Out with the old and in with the new
It’s not something I’m sure I’m ready to do
The old is gone, I cannot change that
But new means you’re no longer here to chat
New Year they say brings new hope
So why do I feel liking I’m walking a tightrope
I wish you all well, I truly do
But please allow me to still feel blue
My grief doesn’t pause for the holiday
I wish I didn’t feel this way
But I need room and space to grieve
I cannot accept joy I’m not ready to receive
Give me grace as I travel alone down this road
When my grieving no longer requires all of my soul,
I’ll rise like the Phoenix as a new season unfolds
The Labyrinth
She was an Enchanted melody echoing off the hillside
A fiery storm brewing in the distance
But Like waves push at the sand, eroding the shoreline
So did the days and years crash into her soul
So she wandered a Labyrinth constructed by pain
On a constant search for her spark that always ended in vain
Entranced by a demon disguised as a friend
Deeper into the maze she would gradually descend
Until at last she dares to explore
And begins to believe she is destined for more
The labyrinth she sees was not meant to confine but rather a place to leave her troubles behind
The veil very slowly lifts to reveal,
no friend by her side but a beast concealed
Reality slowly overtakes the illusion
And removes the layers built by years of confusion
With each chip that falls a sliver of light glistens against the Labyrinth walls
The gentle kiss of the moon she thinks it must be, yet though she looks no moon can she see
As chip upon chip breaks off and falls
The light leads the way out of the labyrinth walls
She emerges alone with no beast by her side
At ease for once knowing, she’s left it inside
That light that guided her out of the maze had been and would be with her, always