overweening personal ambition is no virtue; but while i had it, i could have danced on a bed of nails. -joyce maynard-
2009/04/27
when jade tarnishes
i heard the door close behind ~ shutting them off from me, shutting me off from everyone else. more doors shun me.
i heard calls for what sounded like my name or could be of somebody else's. i deeply felt a compulsion of resentment to turn my back to all of them.
i have withered. i have lost all there is to keep lives and goals vibrant. they are eating the depleting remains of more than two years of hopeful expectations. choosing between a status quo offer, jaded it has become, or an unsure frontier. we only have to make one step.
i close my eyes and see only darkness. allow me to drown in a stuporous consciousness and wake up newly born.
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