Crouched down deep within the hedge, a small sharp knife in hand, my feet slowly edging their way into the mud as the rain streaks down.
How did I wind up here? Over thirty years of meekness created by him. Never could I rise to his peak, never was I strong. No matter how good, how much I have succeeded, I am still unable to lead. And he is why.
The front door opens and two people walk down the path, away from me.
The weak will never forgive and the weak will never act: only seethe and blame others.
How did I wind up here? Over thirty years of meekness created by him. Never could I rise to his peak, never was I strong. No matter how good, how much I have succeeded, I am still unable to lead. And he is why.
The front door opens and two people walk down the path, away from me.
The weak will never forgive and the weak will never act: only seethe and blame others.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the written prompt, a quote from Mahatma Gandhi, "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
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