Mallory Hallmark, Tyler

Perseverance

Slowly I fall, but I quickly arise. The world and colors bleed. Silently my voice cries out. Saltwater stings wounds that won’t heal.

Wandering lost in the forest of the indifferent, harmful traps seek and prey on us all. Birds can’t sing anymore; flowers can’t bloom, and the apathetic see no issue.

The adaptive, though maimed, make it through. They change with the wind, yet stay rooted. They navigate the branches of change. They carry the forest on their shoulders towards a world with no traps, and no indifference.

Slowly I fall, but I quickly arise. The adaptive, though maimed, make it through.