Sometimes you take things personal. You get beat down. You get tired. You’re no longer superhuman. You’re no longer strong. You fall between the cracks of others imagination. You no longer like what you represent. You no longer feel like you belong. You no longer believe in the energy coming from your voice.
You become naked.
You become vulnerable.
Like a beggar waiting for the miracle with other eyes extended from your own. Waiting with you a legion of dependencies. Nightmare soldiers on the frontline facing an invisible enemy. Shooting into darkness. Hearing no one scream. Seeing no one fall.
And suddenly you are left alone.
The battle only in your mind still going. A ratttle you can’t find keeping you up in the night.
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