I often wonder why, when all is going haywire, people can’t show me grace if I lose my tongue or my composure. 

So I don’t make it a habit of parting, however temporarily, with either. 

But i can only tell myself so many times to think of the problems others have that turn them into less-palatable versions of  themselves. 

I get that they transfer their stuff onto me that’s meant for someone else. Or maybe I do deserve it, in their minds. I don’t know. 

I won’t respond either way, though.  I’m a safe recipient. 

Until I’m not. 

Grace is a two-way street. And it’s feeling pretty lonely right now. 

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