Crossing the Threshold

It was a bright beautiful morning, azure blue sky, and the song of birds chirping - but… their heart was darkened by the self hate of the woke world they consented to; waking up, looking in the mirror and seeing a white person, was troublesome; because the idea of embracing the outside world, that had been snatched from them as the Covid-19 fear still lingered, was terrifying; fighting through the anxiety, they/them forces themself to show up at their much needed 4th booster shot; It’s been 3 years, and the fear of dying from COVID-19 still haunts them. But what was worse… the idea of dying from COVID-19, or the idea of opening the front door - and crossing the threshold, into the real world?

Crossing the Threshold

It was a bright beautiful morning, azure blue sky, and the song of birds chirping - but… their heart was darkened by the self hate of the woke world they consented to; waking up, looking in the mirror and seeing a white person, was troublesome; because the idea of embracing the outside world, that had been snatched from them as the Covid-19 fear still lingered, was terrifying; fighting through the anxiety, they/them forces themself to show up at their much needed 4th booster shot; It’s been 3 years, and the fear of dying from COVID-19 still haunts them. But what was worse - the idea of dying from COVID-19, or the idea of opening the front door - and crossing the threshold, into the real world?

Crossing the Threshold

It was a bright beautiful morning, azure blue sky, and the song of birds chirping - but… their heart was darkened by the self hate of the woke world they consented to. Waking up, looking in the mirror and seeing a white person, was troublesome. The idea of embracing the outside world, that had been snatched from them as the Covid-19 fear still lingered, was terrifying. Fighting through the anxiety, they/them forces themself to show up at their much needed 4th booster shot. It’s been 3 years, and the fear of dying from COVID-19 still haunts them. But what was worse? The idea of dying from COVID-19, or the idea of opening the front door - and crossing the threshold, into the real world?