The Lacrimation of My Soul
For the first time in years…I feel the need to cry.
I found out this morning that for the second time in my short life I’ve been the victim of identity theft. And as the person on the other end of the phone read legal scripts and followed company compliance with the same coldness that I do vis-a-vis matters of credit and fortune…my body attempted to break down. I shivered and felt my eyes wet…a lump formed in my stomach and fear grasped my throat, silencing words I’d die to shout.
But I resisted. I resist now. Since I’ve moved away from the pine encompassed paradise of far east Texas and into the jaws of adulthood, my life has been unforgiving. I have been robbed, vandalized, harassed by would-be protectors, and now…my name and livelihood jeopardized.
It is at these moments I actually feel weak. And I want to cry. The ushering in of this fall did not only bring with it crisp air and muted sunshine, but a gloom that I cannot escape, infecting my life…
But I resist. I will resist forever…
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