Let them judge you —
tear you down with cruel intent,
Rip you apart
with words like knives,
sharp and bent.
Let them smudge
your name with lies,
clip your wings with hurts
and dim your skies with sorrow.
But never mind.
Don’t let it stay.
Photo:Freepix Sometimes the thought doesn’t run— it waits. It stands just outside the noise, patient in a way that feels like silence, aski...