It Was Written On the Walls

It was written on the wall that day; written for all to see. Subtle innuendos, disrespect, distaste for me. Big red letters, scrawled in blood- from others’ bleeding hearts. It was written on the wall, you see, the truth of who you were. And all could see and all could read, that is, everyone but me.

But now my eyes are opened. I see you for who you are. Yet even though I know the truth, my heart refuses to adhere to my directives. “He means you no good”, I scold. “Lock him out and throw away the key”, I beg, “read the writing on the wall!” But the more I admonish the more it opens...... but I wonder- “Why?”

When....

It was written on the wall that day; written for all to see. That is, everyone- but me.