Oh, Who Knows?

Some people are shattered from a young age, internalizing the idea that they are grotesque and unlovable.

And so they carry their own whip, reminding themselves of those 'truths' while retreating from society.

Aching, lonely, tender hearts.

They remain in their cave, sealed from the outside world. Damned to a life of deafening solitude.

In their darkness, the whip’s crack echoes louder than any voice outside.

Yet there are thousands of people they can meet who would love them as a person and their company, who would gladly clasp their hand and walk outside with them to show them light still exists.

But the whip-bearer never grabs their hand because of their own fractured heart.

Unrealized light.