I Quit

I quit.

Simple words that form a simple sentence. [Fragment.]

The sentiment is not simple. It is complex.

It’s complicated.

An overused, disabused articulation. [Fragment.]

Problematic in that, when I choose to use it 

Appropriately

I am misunderstood by the majority.

And the minority is oh-so-quiet

These days. 

Until they’re not.

Let’s go back to the original thought that provoked such a statement as:

I quit.

I quit my job. [Positive.]

I quit drinking. [Positive?]

I quit caring. [Negative.]

I care. [Positive.]

I am walking a tight rope of caring and not-caring

I am in no fit condition to do so

My balance is off due to the ever increasing girth of

My middle.

My hormones are playing tricks on an already

Tricky mind.

Insomnia is not responding to my defiance.

Her scorn is bitter tannins after I imbibe.

I quit trying to defy

That which is not susceptible to insolence

And so, 

I write.