Disenfranchised

When facing the moment of being disenfranchised a few things start to unravel. First, the layer of happiness you had with how everything was going. You think to yourself, "Well, now I don't have that to be happy for." Typically people dwell there.  But if you're brave enough to detach yourself willingly from that pillar of happiness you find out the fall is much greater.  There are many more layers that will strip away. You will find out some friends will not be your friend, they too were attached to the pillars of your success. They will stand on it and wish you the best on your plunge. You will find circumstances were unfolding beneath your feet much longer than you even knew. You will find that what you saw at the surface to be so concrete was only as strong as the hundred layers beneath, each now to be peeled away.  Today life feels a but like an egg, and as I tear away the shell I'm fearful of whether or not I boiled the ocean hot enough, fearful.of whether what lies beneath has been hard boiled or soft.  Maybe next week I'll find out that I was cherished and my future will benefit from my past, my time, effort and passion. Or maybe next week I'll find out the yolk's on me. 

Either way the egg shell has hit the table. I hope there's not much more to clean.