Every day, every hour, every minute, there are signs-some subtle, some glaring.
signs whisper to me, scream at me, measure up the unworthiness of my work, of
my mothering, of my housekeeping, of my appearance...of my very existence.
Day after day, the heaviness accumulates.
Dust falls on my shoulder, makes me shrink unto myself.
I am simply a vesicle to fill with the waste of this exclusive and unreachable sorority.
It weighs heavier on my being, shutting out the voice of my electric soul until it is but the tiniest of whispers.
Today I will shake off this impossible, excruciating weight.
I will gather my pure, glittering truth and tattoo it unto my heart, where it shall never be forgotten.
Shine on, Dear Ones, Shine on.