I Cross... If anyone wants to come after me, let him deny himself, Radical surrender, Becoming the bridge, A turning point... I did not paint a symbol, I painted a memory. A wound that learned to shine, A question shaped in wood. This cross is not a plea alone— It’s my whisper to the silence, My fire stitched in quiet lines, My hope, refusing to fold.
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