I offered grace to those who gnawed at it, confusing my softness with weakness, as if I was prey.
I cut them off, my blade simply severed the damage they already inflicted.
I offered grace to those who gnawed at it, confusing my softness with weakness, as if I was prey.
I cut them off, my blade simply severed the damage they already inflicted.
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...