CONTROL
from The Liminal Space
I hear them.
Finding death and howling.
She howls at him to grovel and he does.
Control-freaks can really howl.
Little howls from the little ones, helpless howls.
Howl in my gut, don’t always trust it.
Wind howling on my farm.
Long smooth train circling the fields.
I am always amazed at the amount of control people try to exert over things they have no control… and to what end? When my husband died, I had a lot of trouble with people wanting to control every move I made. My life is one that exists in grey tones and it is messy, but it is mine to live. I’ve certainly learned to set boundaries and to be fair, and I’m still learning.
People who need to control others inspire me, too. One should always be careful how you treat a writer. 😉
Let’s chat soon.
With affection,
Carrie VS