Mercy

"Compassion is the salve for the agony of departure." ~ Paige Archer

I wonder what it will be like saying good-bye to all of this. I wonder what it will mean to those who have consistently turned their daggers on me, thrust with powerful swords into my heart, and attempted to chop my head off because I think too much?

Oh, Irony! You are the literal Love of Self-preservation.

Oh, Sarcasm! You are the literal Love of Self-prosecution.

Oh, Critique! You are the literal Doom of Soul!

Vacations are too good for the likes of me. To actually forgive myself at anytime, when all I see are the ways to be Doomed, is it any wonder why I am insane? Or am I? Maybe I am just giving myself the twice-over and forgot to pull my punch on the third attempt to figure out why I feel so rotten about myself.

When I was younger I learned Self-preservation...to be ironic...I learned Self-prosecution...to be sarcastic. It was okay when I was younger. I was strong, full of compassion, kind almost beyond description because I was on the constant pain-blocker of ignorance.

But, once I woke up...

Mercy.

~AC