From the Inside

Are you superstitious?

All of my superstitions exist inside, my fear of being reprimanded, of not having enough, or of everything turning sour brings them forward. Curses. Fears.

I had a brother who told me, “Don’t brag,” when I was excited about a new dress. And Mom didn’t like me giving toys away. Plenty. Enough.

In a way, I am superstitious. I fear my past. The disapproval I feel, and the disappointment I know is my superstition. They jump out and remind me I must return to my lane. But part of me sees the fear. I am excited and then afraid of reprisal. It’s what I know. Family. Repeating.


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