OUT, OUT, OUT.

My heart feels heavy. The weight of the world presses on my shoulders. My head feels overused and over consumed. My feet like rocks, scraping across the floor. My mind tells me to run like hell, away from the mess, numb the pain with food and drink, close the door, it's too much and too little. I scream into a void, I wave my arms and jump high but no one hears or sees me. 

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Yet something keeps me here, this little sliver of hope in my chest, this yearning to be bigger, to reach farther, to dive deep into the waters and return reborn. Baptized. 

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I find comfort with the women who look like me, and we weep and journey through the cracks together. I ground my feet into the Earth, wrap my arms around myself, and I rock slowly. I look up to the sky, feel the sun on my cheeks, and breathe out, out, out.