Fist bump to you!

Without this outlet, I know I have the chance to look, feel, and be creepy. I don't want that "at all".

To heal from my trauma, I have done crazy sex, drugs, booze, food, denial, heavy masturbation and all that.

Now that I have been out of therapy for a while, I use poetry, the tools I built, and to kick the last crutch out (heavy masturbation) ... I have been practicing tantric retention.

To some people and guys they would be like WTF, but let us be serious. Do you think if I was releasing the demons via "saying" oh .... I could pound out a 2,640 word poem that takes 11 minutes to read?

Total time including editing was about 2-2.5 hours.

As a personal share to highlight how disciplined I have been with the help of a very close female friend I passed the original goal of 94 days and am approaching 113 with the rest of the month to go.

I do engage in activities that help, and then the rest go out in poetry, and for doing acts of kindness for others, and supporting the thing I love most in life.

Women.

I know you have been a wonderful supporter and I so very much appreciate you and your support and all that. I love your poetry as I can see the layers in it just like I believe you can see mine.

So ... a small poem to finish which I may turn into something later.

Pain Absorbed

Pleasure taken

Non-consensuality assumed

Soul is crying

Hearts are hurt

--

Curled in a ball

Tears in the eyes

For no one to see

Feel so dark and cold

Dreaming of warmth, love, and light

To be

--

Finding the pen

Threading pleasure

With the Pain

Watching both expelled

Leaving the soul pure

For another day.

Be well Lindsay ... I and others are here for you.

On a fun note, if you get curious, the poems I write have many layers deeper to them, but I want you to have a taste of the icing before diving deep into the cake of my mind.