An Hour or Two On My Computer.


I read the first comment, causing words to swim in my head, making me dizzy while my face flushed.


I read the next comment, rage building from my toes and up into my fingers.


I type a rebuttal. I copy a link. I highlight it all and delete.


I type a different rebuttal, copy different links. I highlight it all again and delete again.


My sister calls, and after helping her solve her problem, I tell her mine, only neither of us can solve my problem.


I open a link on a completely different topic to try and shift my focus, only to replace the rage with pessimism.


I open a different link and the pessimism moves to anxiety, as it appears all my life choices, from what I eat and drink to how I spend some of my free time is literally killing me.


I close my laptop. In twelve hours I have to be a face of hope and optimism for over a hundred teenagers, a pillar of strength that doesn’t crumple at the opinions of the loud and ornery.

I do what is within my control. I write. I read poetry. I log out of the social media and I dig into any remaining reserve of hope I have left.

It’s still there.

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