there's always a glimmer in those
Of all the things to be wise about, it shouldn’t have been death.
But there they were, just the same. Her eyes still downcast, a subtle nod while her hands worked and weaved, the form coming together, tightening fronds so none bulged or loosened in the process of meandering and puttering over more. It hurt. It would always hurt. Time would lessen some portions of the wounds, but not the grazing, blistering, malicious thoughts of not enough or if only I had been stronger. There was no way to turn back the hours, the seasons, or the years, to strive to undo the damage. So they lived with it, let it sink into their shoulders, let it drown out their lungs.
Where to start – in truth, there were likely too many avenues and routes to explore. The girl sighed, tracing over the nettles, the thorns, the rasps of wood. “It depends on how you want to grow, or what you want to do. I like the bow and staff.” Archery for long-distance, for trying to maul and unleash before the adversary could even reach one’s side. The staff in case they did (and then harnessing, unfurling that power and precision).
But there they were, just the same. Her eyes still downcast, a subtle nod while her hands worked and weaved, the form coming together, tightening fronds so none bulged or loosened in the process of meandering and puttering over more. It hurt. It would always hurt. Time would lessen some portions of the wounds, but not the grazing, blistering, malicious thoughts of not enough or if only I had been stronger. There was no way to turn back the hours, the seasons, or the years, to strive to undo the damage. So they lived with it, let it sink into their shoulders, let it drown out their lungs.
Where to start – in truth, there were likely too many avenues and routes to explore. The girl sighed, tracing over the nettles, the thorns, the rasps of wood. “It depends on how you want to grow, or what you want to do. I like the bow and staff.” Archery for long-distance, for trying to maul and unleash before the adversary could even reach one’s side. The staff in case they did (and then harnessing, unfurling that power and precision).
who have been through the dark
MELITA
