Black Balled

I gave them my standards and they huffed and puffed.

I became isolated as they went on without me.

Highly qualified, I still was axed out of the equation and could feel a part of me die slowly when they purposely gave me no credit.

Realizing it cost too much to fight their system of playing the game I came to realize that there are pros and cons to everything and only God knows our hearts. Seeing them bask in their riches, I’d faded from their conscious mind and was told to depart.

I went on with my life as they did too. Their face was on everything as I sat in a dark room defamed. I could hear their boastful interviews as they told about their hardships and life trials never even mentioning the time that we spent together building a dream. My career had been ruined, at least so it seemed.

I’d been black balled and forgotten.

Refusing to become bitter inside, I’d come to accept this as a part of human nature and imagined it as a bumpy ride. The truth is, we can’t win them all and seasons change as summer turns to fall.

Now old and gray, I’d become wise enough to leave my shame in the past for in the end as their triumphs faded mine would be last.

I finally got the call to do it my way but this time I refused and as their ship sunk, I watched it on the news. In a room I sat, old and retired, with my dignity still intact for it made no sense for me to go back.

In the end I’d reconcile with a verse from King Solomon, for life is like a vapor that vanishes away and in the end nothing matters so as I sat never to reach the peak of fame, I concluded my life traveling in a different lane. A path less chosen, with family and friends, longevity gave me the opportunity to tell my story. Honesty, I took no offense so in the end I gave God the glory. 

Black Balled