Yesterday was as decent as any bird in flight could ask for. It wasn't cold (for a bird). The sun took a break from grieving behind the hues of the misty sky. However, Winter was still blowing through my small city. The first day of December became darker much too soon for anyone's liking and I must seem depressed the way I stay indoors. The truth is, life is hard as a female. I'm still alive but how do I seem otherwise?
At my job I had to fight for a little respect but I feel as if I lost. Do I have to gaze into the mouth of the beast because I wasn't born with a suite of armor? I wasn't trained in verbal combat! I was trained to say 'I'm sorry', but what if I'm not sorry anymore? What if rather than apologize for your bullying, I apologize for my reaction.
I wasn't equiped for this level of combat for the wild. As an animal we eat or we get eaten but we don't torture our prey like humans. If I can't seem to drag my lifeless limbs out of bed maybe I'm depressed but maybe I'm also smart and know that I'm alone. And it's hard but it's life.
