Friends versus Sycophants

Are people are merely lazy or is it a case of being emotionally dishonest?

Avoided like the plague while navigating the storms of your struggles, you sit alone on that ship while pangs of disaffection are your only source of companionship.

Our pain is an empty place where patience is nowhere to be found.

Strangely enough.

After scaling the heights of our “can’t” and claiming conquest.

There is no shortage of accolades, fans come out of the woodwork threatening to block your path, as they stand shoulder to shoulder singing honeysuckled, dew encrusted melodies of adoration.

“I knew you could do it!”
“I’m proud of you.”

Which is followed by the left hook of…

“Let’s catch up, maybe you can help me out too.”

Unbeknownst to them, the memory is long.

Those wounds of neglect are still raw. As those entreaties for a shoulder to cry on fell victim to busy schedules or succumbed to deaf ears.

It is revelatory to see people for who they’ve shown themselves to be.

If your strength abandoned me in my struggle, it should be absent in my rebirth.

When people want to partake in your celebration while circumnavigating the pain of your struggle.

That isn’t a friend, that is a sycophant.