Red Woman

I know I’m not alone,

The Red Woman visits many.

For some, an acceptable visit,

But for most, an authoritarian disaster.

She enters without warning,

Upending my plans and projects.

Furniture and papers scattered daunting,

She is left the only subject.

She is a tyrant.

Running in bullheaded,

Where all I could do was watch

Watch as she became a tornado.

People always tell me,

“That’s just how she is”,

“There’s nothing more you can do”,

“She’ll get better with time”.

There must be something,

Something to help me,

To make her bloody raids a pleasant visit.

I can not go on like this.

I have a home, my own space.

A place of harmony,

Of calm,

Of peace.

I found a way,

Where she now respects,

Instead of leaving her waste.

Red woman is no longer unchecked.

She stays at bay,

Only visiting when agreed.

On my time obey.

Not to be superseded.

She now visits on a schedule

When she used to intrude.

No more usual tricks,

That bloody Red Woman.

If I keep up my boundaries clear,

She must follow.

Lest I become fueled by fear

End up feeling hollow.