Media with token representation is a lurking cancer. It eats alive from the inside out. Starting in the head and ending at the heart. It destroys until there is nothing left and people do not treat it. The issue is not that there is no cure. It is simply so normal that no help is…

Nobody can tell me that I built my foundation on sandy ground. Not even myself. I have leaned on that foundation from every small bump to the largest earthquakes. I’ve built a tower to live in with everything I require. Touching the sky and covered in the colors of imagination. None of it would exist…

I used to stare up at the branches standing as a barrier to the sky. Adorned yearly by a crown of flowers or unchanging as the blue above. Guardians that provided shade and stood watch outside my window. The sky looked strange in places where the horizon showed unhindered. Missing some vital aspect. A barren…

I have been past the limit for decades now. A slow continuous march that only ever wobbles once in a blue moon. Both a fact and reality. Defying known expectations and data. A rare occurrence like the planets lining with each other. Wouldn’t a normal person be overjoyed? *** The truth is I fear it.…

I hate the scars. Reminders of painful alterations. The breast tumors removed by necessity. Where my back was cut open to be reinforced. The sections where my foot was impailed with pins when a surgery went sideways. I hate the painful imperfections. *** I tolerate the scars. Covered entirely by clothing. Mirror avoided like a…

When I was younger I used to sit at the family table. Candles lit and a spread of food carefully made. No distractions and all talk or silence. I would see the walls between every person at the table. A cruel power of inverse xray. Only I knew that the walls existed. Able to see…

I am trying during the wins. The obstacles cleared. The situations cleared with grace. The mysteries solved. The moments when I can pull through for a loved one. I for the moments of triumph. *** I am trying during the losses. The backslide to a worse state. The challenges that cannot be solved. The times…

I watch the time. It gets closer and closer to the end. Some invisible and undefined line that I am aware of. Closer and closer until I feel like I might lose my mind. Cursed knowledge that might or might be. Until the clock ticks to zero. *** Sometimes I might know the time limit.…

Sleep crusted eyes drawn downward. Heavy from weighed down lids. A misty haze that settles on the body and mind. Thick and oppressive. It chains down until movement is not possible. It begs to stay still. *** Some people fight it. Trying to get every move out possible. Forcing their eyes wide open. Ignoring the…