This life devours you bite by bite,
And I watch stoically.
I save my own might.
I cannot win your fights,
Cannot heal the gnarled scars.
I gave up that power.
Therefore, I stay in my car.
You slowly turn into a whisper.
No one asks to speak up,
No one stays to listen.
But their eyes glisten,
And mine do too.
You told me I was selfish.
I wish that was not true.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 