THE KIND ONES

THE KIND ONES

when darkness falls
on your heart
on your soul
no one will notice

they’ll drink their teas
chat about the weather
turn on the radio
and talk about the importance
of empathy

oh, the mindful ones
so non-judgmental
the kind ones
that look the other way
while you
hold back tears
or cry silently
in the bathroom

they are so nice and caring
they will tell you all
about their need
to make this world 
a better place

they will say things like:
safe space
and:
everybody’s welcome

they will give talks on:
meditation
yoga
wellbeing
self-care

and fail to notice
fresh cuts
old scars

they’ll let darkness
to swallow you whole
because you are not
wearing your diagnose
on your sleeve

you have no badge
saying “vulnerable”

you have no “mental illness”tattoo
on your forehead

high functioning
high acting
high high

and hiding when low

some of them,
oh yes,
will even use
most beautiful word:
love

the universal one of course
not that particular one
that holds your hand
and wraps you in a blanket 

and when you try to show them
this is what I need
this is who I am
they roll their eyes
or snap

cause you’re too much
your muchness is
unnerving
annoying
loud
WRONG

especially if you do not disclose
what type of crazy you are

and even when you do
they still
will talk
about:
meditation
yoga
wellbeing
self-care
and maybe throw in some
mindfulness
minimalism
healthy diet
positive thinking

and will call you judgmental
when you politely tell them 
to FUCK OFF
with their bullshit

so
what do you do?
where do you go?
when safe space is only safe
if you swallow your meditation
like a good girl
when you stay positive
like a good boy
when you eat your daily exercise
and stay on the right path
bright path
nice path

what to do?
where to go?
when the only safe space
is curled
on the floor
in the dark

alone

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About RudaKawa

Jestem szurniętą kobietąw średnim wieku, wiedźmą, poetką, wymądrzalską Małą Mi, która nie wiedzieć po co dorosła, mieszkam w Irlandii, na wsi, z moimi rudymi kotami i ukochaną sunią. Czytam, piszę, tańczę i śpiewam, piję hektolitry kawy i zagryzam czekoladą, mam serce i ciało w rozmiarze XL, jestem uboga groszem, ale bogata duchem, zapraszam!! :)
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