I am gaining a new understanding of life. And it is a shocking realization.
I am not safe.
We are told that "it could happen to us".
But I think that is wrong.
It WILL happen to us. Something. Tragedy. Heartache. Death.
This is not some stanza of glooming poetry.
It is a guarantee.
I have watched these past two years punch me harder with each blow.
I fight back like a refrained child throwing a tantrum. Powerless.
I scream. I am ignored.
Even the ones who are meant to protect me have exited stage right.
I stand lone, venerable to the audiences persecution.
No standing ovation tonight.
No flowers in the dressing room.
This is not my demise. This is not my surrender.
I am now numbly stating facts according to my vision.
If the bubble I believed in ever existed...
It is now safe to say it popped.
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