Dawning Creations

Nothing.

You’re set in your ways.

Not the wisdom that grows in time, nor the healing waters of Lordes can reach your stone soul.

You utter the same words, complaints about the same situations you place yourself in.

Yet, you plead for pity, while  you shove the helpers far from your needy hands.

They grapple hopelessly in the light air for other hands, sturdy and with a tenacious grip.

They never come when you call because you’ve exhausted their attempts in the past.

A walking contradiction you’ll remain until you realize your damaging patterns and release your never ending and ever growing list of grudges and creatures of anger.

Disheveled and frumpy, you push all away from you even further, though your

lips will beg for assistance.

The guards you built, from the bitter resentment in your eyes, to the satirical laugh you display while others are trying to plead with you will be all that is present in their mind’s eye.

You will be just another statistic, labeled and left for dead.

Silly thing is, all of this could have been avoided if you would just have tried.