Scribbled Out

I've been scribbled out ~ lost it all in the fight ~
at one point I even forgot what I was fighting for.

But I do know this:  they are all gone. I am not sure if I just misplaced my pencil or someone else won my words ~ as if they are stapled to some random wall with a pretty blue ribbon and I am left with an honorable mention plaque made from Paper Mache.

Or maybe it is me that is scribbled out.  Someone has taken their dulled pencil in fist and rubbed the paper raw, rubbed it right through until all that is left is a huge hole and the desk is covered with a thick layer of lead.

Is that all I am? lead on plywood? Someone's stick figure to delete at their whim?

I don’t know.

It’s been one of those days … weeks … years…

She promises it will get better.

Or she would if she knew how to word it without coming across cliché.

Either way I understand. That part at least. The rest … well I’m going to see if I can find a new pencil and start from there.