I realized today that I have long been nominated and enabled to be the family scarecrow.
Scarecrows have one job—one state of being—and that is to intimidate. They are to scare away the intruders who come to steal the crops. Unfortunately, they make us all sad for probably the same reason: once their bluff is called, they cannot fight. They cannot come down and take action. They become a joke when even the birds realize it’s just another perch.
I have stood long behind my family, silently, trying to ward off evil forces, but only as a façade.
I intend to keep getting down…