Unleashed

original posting:  19 October 2007

it isn't as if he is locked up anymore. his smile, so devilish, usually comes unbidden but never unwelcomed. we shake hands occasionally. a few pats on the back. i have accepted his existence, just as he has excepted my weakness.
he had plenty do say. he still speaks to me now. he asks questions. he demands answers. he doesn't want to believe. he doesn't want to forget. he wants control. he wants time. he wants...
i try to silence him. or maybe i just try to forget that he is given cause to be so loud. but the very reason he tolerates me is the very reason he rages. because of my weakness. for 'us' to exist, there needs to be balance. without my weakness to his strength, without my compromise to his unwavering hand... without my forgiveness to his razor's edge... 'we' would implode. 'we' would suffocate. 'we' would become nothing but a shell.
so i applaud him and his rage. he applauds me and my peace. together... we are paying much closer attention to you