We have a way of adorning the Davids after they’ve conquered their Giant, caramelizing them story after story, with awe and roars.
But before they are conquerors, we take sharp needles to their dreams, knitting fear and “likelihoods” of “success” to their socks, pushing our own definition of life into the souls of their feet, lest they take a different step than us.
We’ve worn our own fear far too long.
This yarn burrows so deep into us we forget that it was once blood that pumped through our veins, and not these puppet strings.
But we are human and not toy. We are love that unravels away all threads. We are re-knit garments of protection for the ones before they are conquerors.
For ourselves, before we are conquerors.
We are tapestries vibrant in fullness, vast in freedom, rich in unconventionality, and ever-unraveling into unthinkable lives.