The Messenger

Her sobs echo form the other end of the receiver, the message had hit her like a brick. I wasn't the cause of the tears, however I had brought forward the news. I was stuck in the crossfire between two forces that refused to talk it out. Receiving half of the story, then relaying it and receiving the other half. Though somehow, try as I might, I failed to deliver the entire message to either end. Every conversation ends in tears or denial, never reaching a conclusion. For each exchange is one sided, seen only from a narrow perspective. One cannot be objective when they are the object, and the messenger simply knows too much. even if the messenger could be objective, they are also asked to be a friend to both parties and therefore it all becomes more complicated. Trust is broken, promises shattered, promises made under false pretenses, promises made without the intent of keeping them. This messenger plays the double agent, the traitor, the disloyal friend. So when the day is through, although the two sides face sadness and anger, it is the messenger that bears all the feelings of frustration, of betrayal, and of loss. even with the best intentions, the messenger often takes the blame. Maybe that's where it belongs, or maybe nobody else will own up. Admittedly, the messenger sometimes seems to only be stirring the pot which is when some things, true things, are better left unsaid. Somewhere along the way, it will all come back around to the messenger, sending them back past where they began. And when I pick myself up now, I'm limping.
"Don't kill the messenger." Well, if you leave them alone long enough, they'll kill themselves.