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This is your soapbox.

          I can respect it – sitting uneven on the curb

                                     under the streetlight

                                      as the sun comes up on a warm, mild day.

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In fact,

      if you stepped down and the box was

                                                             empty

                                                              on the corner

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with no one to cry out –

Oh! The Injustice!

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I would protect the box

                                until you came back to claim it

                                or

                                until someone with renewed energy

                                found the empty box to stand on

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and cry out

              to all of the passer-by.

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I would pause,

                       and maybe smile up at her –

                        if she caught my eye.

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Then I would pick up my feet

                                          and move on.

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It isn’t my soapbox.

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I know you want to make room for me.

                                  You want me to stand on my

                                                                       tip-toes

                                                                       to share the box

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on the curb

            under the streetlight

            in the bright sunlight of a warm, mild day.

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But you don’t see the other things that I have

                                                                                        to stand for.

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You think

         I am one of “those people,”

                                          you think

                                                  I “belong.”

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Yes. I will smile up at you

                                if you catch my eye.

I will make sure

                   your soapbox has a place

                                                 on the curb

                                                 under the streetlight

                                                 as the sun is setting on the warm, mild day

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and I will go on

                     my way

                            down the cooling asphalt

                                                      alone through the shadows – as the sunlight begins to fade.

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Mixed Emotion

A military friend recently posted a whole string of meme-photos.

Each photo had a civilian-world-photo pasted with a military shot that was somehow related.

Example:

Just because someone doesn’t have scars, doesn’t mean they are not battling.

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The point of the photos seems to be proving how silly and petty these meme-posts are…

And some of them are a little ridiculous.

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But this bothers me –

WAIT! Don’t get me wrong!
I respect service men and women and I believe that there are many veterans and active-duty personnel that fight invisible battles every day that the rest of the world can not see.

But…

That shouldn’t undermine other people’s battles.

I have no idea what being in a the middle of a war-strewn desert is like. True.

But – does that mean that none of my battles or scars are real? No.

Human beings are, by nature, vulnerable. We all bleed and we all get hurt.

Instead of playing down someone else’s struggles, why not support each other?

I may not understand your demons, but I will do my best to understand that you have them. Please respect that I have some too.

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NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO FEEL ALONE
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