Her words are smoother than oil,
To her charms, I have no defense.
I am a willing victim, that falls at her feet.
She becomes my Godess, my idol, that fogs and occupies my mind.
Why, oh why, do I have no restraint?
Why, oh why, can I not just follow the teachings I have been taught?
I call out to my God, and the demons rouse back with mightier anger.
Who will help me stop this downward spiral?
Who will hear my plea?
I once wished to overcome my rejection, to gain enough power to defend myself.
But through mastery I became the predator.
And power became a curse.
For power in my untrained hands led straight to my own demise.
Straight to my own death.
Like a young child, I was reborn.
An orphan without a home, a foreigner in a strange land.
And from the great turn of events, the tables have turned.
And now, I have become the prey.
Like an ox to the slaughter.
Like a moth to the flame.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© October 2014
This post was reposted from http://sizuservices.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-proverbs-5-plea.html, originally written on October 26th, 2014.