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Thoughts from a Worn Out Soul
I’m exhausted
I’ve tried not to think about it. Bits and pieces of my energy and self get chipped away at times. The weight of knowing who I am being scrutinized by knee jerks, and ignorance, and one-way perception drains me.
Typically, I recover quickly, remember the more objective truth, and renew.
But I’m just…tired. I’d noticed some cracks off and on. It’s to be expected, given the environment in which I sometimes build a house. I’m not always welcome in my neighborhood. However, I can usually find one other lone person with whom to chat across the fence, someone who will understand that my decor doesn’t always conform. I don’t plant the same type of flowers. The music on my playlist isn’t full of all the same genres.
However..this time, this weekend, this neighborhood, are draining my strength, my energy, my desire to stay open, and the breaks in between grow smaller and smaller.
I’m tired of trying to spell my name over and over for people who have co-opted the letters. My shoulders slump with the assumptions of those who have never met me shadowing over the myriad of diverse faces who actually live in my life. Know my…
