I Can't Walk But I Can Fly

I had big dreams once.  Not so long ago.

Now, I'm just trying to keep it together, literally, as me joints keep slipping out of place.  I kept thinking that I could magically get better someday, however doctors tell me that's not likely gonna happen, at least not in a physical sense.  Tendons too long don't magically get shorter, damn this rare genetic condition.

Test after test, x-ray after x-ray, MRIs with and without contrast - of this injury then that, first this specialist then the next.  All while fighting a body that's falling apart.  The old me would not have bothered.  The old me (from just a few years ago) would simply have given up (she did give up).

Deep breath.

A lifetime of injuries finally explained.  A lifetime of feeling I was different.  Knowing I would never fit in...

But at least I stood for something, I didn't let the bastards win.  So, if and when these headaches ever take me, please know...

I called the liars liars.  I called the thieves thieves.  I called out some of the monsters who haunt our children's sleep... I stood against violence.  I stood against its glorification.  I stood against profit from pain.

But more importantly I loved so very deeply I devoted my labors to that love.  So many wonderful people.  My son, always first in my heart and mind.  What a lovely life this has been.  And I'm sorry if I got too distracted with cleaning up the world we live in - but all I ever wanted was a world your children, and their children, and ALL the children of the Earth would be safe to prosper in.

I had to at least try.

"NO MORE!"  No more apathetic violence.  No more psychological games.  No more preying upon our most vulnerable.  No more lying for gain.  No more hurting each other for entertainment.  No more exploiting our wounds.  No more taking from the least - to continually crown a cuckold of clowns.  No more children sleeping in the cold, wondering if they will eat, wondering if they will die - while we spend trillions on war.  No more silencing and marginalizing voices so narratives can be bought and sold.

Just think... I coulda been one hell of a contender if only I'd been given a fair shot.

Who knows... maybe you'll see me again.

You'll certainly see my books.

With Love and Laughter,

The Storyteller

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