Author: The Art of Holding
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Heartwood
He was an oak,With deep roots,And mighty branches. Everyone looked at him to bear their weight. The pressure causing fissures, excavating his trunk. Cavities opened, exposing his heartwood. They took advantage of his tenderness beneath the barkEating away at him Hollowing him out and making a home in the shell of this treeSap seeping out…
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Thornbound
I was running, not just moving,but free.Each step a soft rebellion,each breath a bloom.I was flying through the field of my dream life.And then,I fell.Hard.I didn’t yet know what I had lost.Only that something inside me tore.That’s when the vines began to grow.Thin at first.Just a whisper around the knee,a murmur inside my mind.When the…
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When Fire met Earth
She came burning. Not a flicker or spark, but an unapologetic blaze. The kind that turns shadows honest, makes cowards retreat, leaves no room for pretending. She arrived in flame and fury, all righteous heat and sharp-tongued loyalty. The kind of fire that would fight for you before you even knew you needed defending. She…
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The Ruble Knows
It wasn’t a regular storm.It was a hurricane. No slow unraveling, just the crash and howl of wind ripping at the seams of us. The life we built splintered before I could brace for impact. The hush that followed wasn’t silence, it was pressure. Like the air itself forgot how to breathe. My throat lined…
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