20/07/2025
𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩
She had dazed up the stars—standing on a balcony within a town sunken in a ravine. It is not to see the cosmos, but to drown the tears she kept for millenia. Thin red lines stroked through her forearms, but shrouded by her scarlet robe—who is there to see them anyway?
Only a girl, the people thought of her—a brat born as the daughter of her clan’s head, a coward when she stepped out of her father's shadow. Not the woman who sought peace when the others thirsted for blood. Not the woman who acted as a man when others did not. Not the woman who held her tears while nobody stayed by her side.
Maybe just like it seems—she will always be concealed beneath that crimson drape, stained with sanguine that she did not draw. A rose known not for her bloom, but the thorns she bore.
A frail girl who believed in the promised common good, but saw the truth of the world. One that swore to righteousness, and was the flower in the drought.
A girl who wished to cry. But no mother to turn to, and no father to hide behind. No brother to hug, no sister to embrace, and no shoulder to lean on. With nobody to water her, she will wilt.
A woman, who knew that the truth of the world, that:
Should she weep, only the stars will see her. Should she weep, only her imagination will console her. Should she weep, it is futile. Should she weep, it meant nothing.
“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱.”
✒️: Angelo Tobias
🖌: Angelo Tobias
