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Destroy me tahereh mafi5/7/2023 And I’m so tired I’m so tire I’m so tired I’m so tired and sometimes I get so angry. My existence has become a fight to prove I’m harmless, and I’m not a threat, that I’m capable of living among other human beings without hurting them. I’ve always had to make myself submissive, subservient, twisted into a pleading, passive mop just to make everyone else feel safe and comfortable. I open my mouth to shout, to fight, to swing my fists, but my vocal cords are cut, my arms are heavy and weighted down as if trapped in wet cement and I’m screaming but no one can hear me, no one can reach me and I’m caught. Every day I feel like I’m reliving the same nightmare. There’s a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I’ve trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Something I’ve never dared to tap into, something I’m afraid to acknowledge. “There’s something simmering inside of me.
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