Sometimes

Sometimes doing the right thing is hard.

Sometimes being an advocate is hard.

Sometimes rallying for change is so darn hard.

I try and I try and it feels like my efforts are meaningless.

It feels like the words I say are empty and hallow. Who’s reading? Who’s listening? Who cares? What’s the point? Who lives? Who dies? Who tells my story?

Sometimes I wonder why I bother. What the point is. Why I am doing the thing.

Sometimes I am just completely overwhelmed and done with it all.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made a difference. If anyone will remember my words.

It’s hard.

It’s so hard.

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