The human is not a character without substance to his human existence.
The human is the one who wrote the character from his own experience.
The human shows another human his story and they relate to it,
that human doesn’t have the same relation, or does he?
When did humans become characters instead of their own character?
One who has a mind full of ego becomes top heavy and easy to fall.
Rocks are thrown from either side and the arguers go on throwing,
until all of them are buried under the rubble.
Alas, a Man comes to remove the faulty stones and to heal the stoned,
the humans rise again.
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Nicole Magdala is an Orthodox Christian poet and writer from Toronto Canada, posting short stories and poems right here on Vocal Media!
Rage
Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
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