I’m the fool

For a split second. A brief moment in time.

I thought. I prayed your apology might be genuine.

The call you made.

This game will fade.

Then I prayed, “God if this is real,

lay it on my heart to deal.”

But the need, desire isn’t there.

Quite to the contraire.

Then I get an envelope, nothing inside.

A message on the outside. Nothing to hide.

“Shame on me.”

Really? Now I see.

The call never was about me.

Just my relatives, 3.

I felt in my heart from the start,

this was a back handed art.

I love you all. But it’s all about you.

Stress, guilt, drama to ensue.

No, not this time.

Not with my dime.

No time for your game.

Today, tomorrow always the same.

May God keep, guide and protect you all.

I’m done. On my hands and knees, I will not crawl.

“Shame on me.”

This is your decree.

Shame on me. For not standing up for me sooner.

I pray this was your last maneuver.