fear of attachment

I grew up being treated like freshly formed glass with a spark of flame still embering. The accessive coddling and insulated sheltering grew to be, what I would now define as, a flame retardent. So the powers that be purged my life of the restraining barrier, rather abruptly. Leaving me in a state of ensermontable pressure and relief. Once the retardenting restraints were gone that spark of flame, I mentioned before, it began to grow.

As it grew the glass shell stretched, the sound durability grew weaker. The flame out grew its support structure. Pride, and selfconcete moved in, slowly chipping away at the transparent, thin, and frail structure, causing it to become delicate and brittle. Until finally, finally volnerability remained igniting desolence, depravity, and destruction. Floods from all regions poored in reaching levels of overwhelming suffication. My endless blaze ceased, to less than a flame, more like a faded pulsating spark, an ember if you will.