Dark Questions

The most difficult reality is seeing you carrying on. Unaffected. Unconcerned. Un-bothered. Reminding us how independent and strong you are. We’re not needed. Sometimes we’re not even relevant. All these powerful empowering posts you share. Flaunting your success at flinging us into the dark dungeons of our vaults. If only you could shed some light into what went wrong…

The alternative is to walk away. But that is not feeling rational. All was going very well until you lashed out and devastated the universe we took great efforts to build.

Frosted out by your pearly gates, the long road of recovery without you in our lives makes no sense at all. If we’ve done you wrong, why not just tell us… instead of shatter us into a billion pieces. Why the emotional sacrifice? Are we that meaningless to you?

Some may say we’re overly sensitive and are exaggerating. That might be true, however, doesn’t change the fact that one minute, all was well, the next, we’re questioning the very existence of a relationship we cherished so much.

One thing is for sure. The power imbalance feels deeply cruel. We need to take measures to change that. Too many women have advocated to each other that the keys to success is to ensure the guy cares more than the gal. Nonsense. This hurt is real. It sucks. We’re in this together. It’s not a power trip. It’s a power exchange. We help each other rise. And now, you’ve cut me down to size. Why?

I can’t, in the safety of this vault, tell you how much I crave you. How much this is the very moment I need you most. To feel you against my chest, soothing my raging beast with with the stroke of your finger against my check as your other hand pulls man manhood close to your womanhood. The scent of your hair smoothing out the thoughts… tuning me into the breathing of your soul as it speaks to me.

I wish you could see the tears my inner beast is shedding passionately with an outstretched hand reaching out across the abyss to you… for all it cares is to be close to you. Yet, I have to deprive him of your beauty, for I can’t risk another dagger through his chest.

I have to act cool. Debonair. Laissez-faire. As if I don’t care. Society demands it. I was raised in such ethos.

But the truth is, I hate feeling lost. Without you, meaning seems to fade, and vagaries seem to draw dark haze.

Can’t you feel my heart bleeding as it’s beat fades into oblivion?

Can you understand how difficult life just got now that you’ve made your point of not needing me?

I’m not above reproach. But harsh chastisement for the vanity of feminism? Ouch!

Just come back to me and explain what has gone wrong… I’ve got a ton of questions… and you seem to hold all the answers.

Once we tackle those, there is the other dark questions… the ones that make you blush… those need answers too.

The Vault

Appreciate you for following this mini series. All the associated posts will be linked below on a dedicated page. Click on the image or title to get to the other pieces. Thanks for reading ”The Darkened Vault Series” trilogy.

Below is the entirety of the trilogy… as it unfolds… for those who want to re-read or binge once the set is done.