when it hits

Sometimes when something hits you- a moment, a dream, a reality- it really hits you.  It knocks you down because it’s real, more real than you might have even wanted it to be.

And there it sits- a moment lying there, bare naked, with all of its truth.

And there you sit, ceasing to be a superhuman with everything put together.

And you remember the reality of your skin and bones.  The reality of your emotions.  Because yes, your armor, too, can suffer a chink.  You still get wounds.  You still break.  And there you sit.

And there you sit.

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