#StrengthInWordsAndCanvas

[ecaterinarahmaniuc]

- The Gift

From mother’s hands, from years before, We learned to shrink, to bend, to ignore. To smile, to hide, to bite the tongue, to carry silence since we were young. They said it’d keep us safe and small, but what remains is rage, that’s all. A fire burned deep, too wild to tame, passed down in silence, called by name.