May 23, 2021 04:38
I wonder if I am hardened
If it shows up in my face
In my (lack of) faith
In my cynicism.
Do I wear the results of what’s taken
In my eyes
In my advice
In my (colder) encounters where maybe I should give them the benefit of the doubt but I won’t and instead I’ll demand distance.
I tell my sister “be careful” and she insists “be friendly” and the truth is
I am not friendly.
I am polite. I am kind. But I am invitational.
And I believe they wear wanting not like wolves but like prey searching for survival.
I will not be a savior.