Shell Of Me

I watch as they burn their bridges from childhood to the pain of reality. Though not up to me to mediate anymore, I do stand on the opposite cliff. My job is complete as I was the one to incite the striking of the match. I have nothing left offer, nothing left to steal, nothing left to violate, no advice to be heard, no lessons in the agenda and far be it, another match. I have no time left to recover what I have “lost”. Monetary? Yeah right.. heart, soul and whatever got shoved under the calluses. We incrementally suppress what we’ve found destructive or emotionally distressing. Incapable of empathy, strong emotions… just rage, for only then heard. Recognition of achievements more un-noticed than presence, realizing, well.. probably should have passed just on completing them. Splattered patterns are assigned meaning by those who do just that. The question of continuance is always the thought that remains after the rest are truncated but, that query’s never null. Most live in the blacks and grays. I would only change one thing.
JGC