Admonition

Knowing all that you do, now, you should no longer be surprised. It isn't pain that hardens us, but the decision that comes after. 

The child that you once were, now looks at you with helpless eyes; the woman looks back, wistful. But in between, a valley of years: murky with the mire of tears, cloaking clocks of time, and underneath, a shroud of stories told and untold, the width between the torment and, always, the letting go. 

It should be no wonder that you walk away.

It shouldn't be.

Go.