three times

when: my world collided with my reality
my ability was called into question
my source for happiness dried like a prune.

when: my ego became deflated
I saw my future in a circle, not a square
my ground shook for the second time

when: my eyes shed no tears for hours
they lacked emotional motivation for they had psychological validation
I wrote a story called “Walking Away”

three times, you’re out.
I understand it now.