Some

7.23.16

Everybody has some. Some more the others. Some hide theirs well. Some keep theirs tightly sealed in individually labeled containers hoping no one will notice. Some let theirs seep through their pores, the toxic stench infiltrating these around. Some embrace theirs knowing everybody has some.

My some is different from yours; carried around just below the surface in areas and deep down in others. My some is not always easy to bear or share but I do both, in the hopes that you will know everybody has some. Your some may or may not be more hurtful, time consuming or life altering than mine. Regardless, we both have some to share, work through, bury, and carry.

Is it worth it? Is some worth it, to press pause, to look away while holding on by a thread or string along? Is some worth it, to look into the past hoping to not be trapped and let the present slip away? When I look at you, I am blind to the some that seems to be consuming your thoughts and emotions. I see overwhelming intelligence, kindness, gentleness, wit, patience and ambition, behind an intense gaze I can’t always hold.

My some has taught me patience for myself and others. Time is a luxury few have. Wasted or not for the moment, I am here. Everybody has some…is it worth it?