2024 · Poetry & Prose
Tiny Like an Ant
“Even then, I wasn’t just small. I was a builder, a fighter, a dreamer.”
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“Even then, I wasn’t just small. I was a builder, a fighter, a dreamer.”
“Traveling the world together, fulfilling deferred dreams, crafting adventures, and capturing the beautiful blue skies.”
A child finds peace with their stuffed friends, away from the world’s harsh judgments.
“I am trapped beneath. Oh God, can you hear my cries in this ocean so deep?”
“They are always watching, the unseeing eyes. They judge me from above and within, without mercy or compassion. They whisper…”