The more I am insulted, the more I recognize my value and my worth…no one attempts to tear down that which is already nothing.
The harder and more viciously that they claw at me, the more I discover my hidden strength. And their fear.
The more I am gossiped about, bantered about, held up for inspection, and followed about, the more empathy I feel for individuals whose souls are hollow and whose minds are stagnant. I pray I never become like that. It is painful to watch another human brewing in the rotted mess of their own lies.
The more the kids are lied to, the more I want to protect them…sometimes from the very ones whose job description it is to help protect them, to be trustworthy.
The more certain people reveal their true colors…the more afraid I am for the kids, and their hearts, and their minds. I pray that they too choose to rise above the path that others around them have chosen.
*Transcendence artwork courtesy of Carole Skinner*