Poetry
The Mirror Without Reflection
A man polishes a mirror every morning until one day, his reflection stops appearing. In panic, he scrubs harder — but the cleaner it becomes, the less he sees of himself. He finally realizes: he existed only because of the dust he once despised.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
The Man, The Mountain, and The Climb
". . .He keeps climbing because stopping would mean surrendering everything he has built, every promise he swore to keep. The air thins as he ascends, and though he’s given everything—strength, time, conviction—the mountain gives little back. Once, it felt sacred to climb.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Chapters
