The Maverick

A real bad ass in the ‘not safe to relax’ department. Get going now, and do not stop. I will protect you from the grip of insecurity in your throat, in your chest. Do not see me, allow me, judge me, or appreciate me because I have an agenda. A hidden agenda. I get you places, big places in the world. Top notch, high paying places that give you safety, right? That is my job.
Only now you don’t feel safe. That cannot be. The maverick, strong, independent thinker, becomes impatient, tense, sleepless and alert.
What hides behind the ever-mighty Maverick? Those sneaky beliefs that smack of never enough. Too this and not enough that. Tongue tied and small. Muted. Silenced. Threatened. The holy rule is ‘never speak of this.’ NEVER SPEAK OF THIS.
The maverick knows that this is no game. She protects the one who lives in a crisis of honor, shamed by those who do shameful things, impure by those who carry the stench of disgust. Confused and in deep need of security, free of vigilance, especially when she needs to speak. Because that is the job that the Maverick earned her.
Speaking is not only her job, but her nemesis. Sharing passion while betraying the holy rule is such a double bind. Frozen breath. Collapsed body. Foggy mind.
There is only one way out. She felt the little one protected by the Maverick hiding in plain sight and gleam- beamed her with loving eyes and saw. Allowed her without an agenda. Compassioned her without judgement and most of all, appreciated her just as she is. She relaxed. For a moment. It is a start, and it was enough.
And damn, the Maverick spoke and put the silencer in jail.