‘the fridge’ portrays the unattended parts of my soul, my being. Most days, I am exhausted because I do too much for too many people: I am a mother, I provide for my family financially, I am a graduate student, I work in the mental health sector, and I am a teacher at a university. People tell me that I have it all, that I am “passionate”, and I am a “force to reckon with”. But some days, I am just tired. On those days, I want to hide away, be “normal”, neither passionate nor a force, but merely human. This poem was written on one such day, a day where feeling more than, being more than, was not enough and too much. ‘the fridge’ is not just a poem; nor is it just a metaphor. It is my reality of how exhausting it is to try to live up to whom I am meant to be, never carving enough space for who I am. ‘the fridge’ is my surrender and also my (be)coming of home.