My Old Man

How does this always happen? This man….so sly….so ready to pounce, is lurking in my every shadow. Stalking me almost every moment of the day; I can’t get away. If I don’t protect myself my old man will watch me with anticipation and at the right moment grab for my throat. After he leaves again, I find myself on the floor wondering how it happened again….left helpless and weak. How do I not notice that his cold presence is hovering over me? His choke hold is like ice to the touch and it’s only after he’s choked me that I feel the pain. Just when I think my heart has learned to guard and call for help, my old man is at my door again…hiding under my bed…ready at any moment to destroy the moment of peace. I cannot take it. My heart aches and long to kill him. With every muscle in my body I try to pull myself out of the clutches he has me in, but alas….he always prevails. I cannot do this. I will call Someone for help. He is the only one that I know can actually rescue me from the attack the moment it happens. He knows my old man to a tee. He watches him more than my old man watches me. Someone is always there and will always help me. But He only helps if I ask Him for help otherwise…He sees it as my choice to let my old man choke me once again. He knows that I know that He is the only way I can be free of my old man. I will call on His name. Help me, Lord! I cannot fight him on my own strength. I know that You will hear my plea. Destroy my old man who desires to kill me everyday!