Ladies in Waiting

Stricken yet undaunted they wait patiently, holding on by a lingering thread

Striving to endure, knowing if nothing changes they must finally let go

Constructed and trained for suffering they continue their relentless vigilance

Taking barrage after barrage of emotional artillery, they persist

With weakening resolve they become disoriented, teetering on the brink of sanity itself

Only then does the onslaught weaken, and they are manipulated into the continuation of the game

They become confused, caught in a web, the repeating pattern unremitting

They are mesmerized by the dance of the adversary, for it has subtle grace

The opponent performs with magnificent dexterity, for it is their diversion in which they participate

The waiting ladies do not comprehend, their motivations being entirely dissimilar

In the confusion the antagonists continue to spin their elegant web

Feeling entangled the ladies battle for independence, but the silky thread remains taut

Some periodically burst free, they are the elite, the exceptionally robust

Facing them is a vigil of strife with demons from the dark past

Cerebral gremlins left to bend and warp their minds, precluding any insight

Alone the strength of the waiting women will not suffice, there's been much sabotage

Upon this realization some reach out in desperation, aspiring to gather support

Others are doomed, forever captured by the residue from prior exploitation

Yet some will persuade the adversaries, winning them to their noble cause

Fortunate are those the ladies rescue, for they have been apprehended from despair

Yet still the combined strength will not suffice to overcome the former allies

They must find the one, the being whose message is unconditional love

With new found acceptance, courage and wisdom, they will discover opportunity and hope

Oh lady in waiting, you linger patiently still

Grateful am I for my rescue, although there is so much yet to accomplish

With help from a power higher, we may conquer our demons and grow together

Wait for me lady, for I have been given such fine tools

I will learn how to use them, only then will your wait cease

Douglas A. Walker

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