Fabled

It might demean family
To deify friends
But you’re a staunch defender
Of fabled criticisms
Nothing you make is ever
Good enough for them

On the path of self construction
There’s too many bridges traveled
On unheeded words
And as the road behind sears to ash
The road ahead begins to narrow

I can’t tell the difference
Between suspending
My beliefs
And my disbeliefs
When whatever you hold
Eventually falls
And those moments
Frozen in time
Will someday
Melt away

I’m waiting on decision
Hinging on discretion
I’ll wait for an apology
For your slow, burning aggression