Shivering on the
edge of please don’t look
and
also don’t look
away.
What do you view differently now?
Who or what makes you want to hide?
How do you believe others see you?
I’m tired… deeply, deeply tired. I’m tired of the impact of what I’ve had to reveal. I’m exhausted from the effort of being seen. I’m going to rest. I’ll see you next week, my friends.
[I think I'd like to update this post sometime in the next few days. There's more I want to say.]