Some people never learn.They see what you have—what you bled for—and they think it should be theirs. Not because they earned it. Not because they woke before the sun or buried themselves in the work or carried the weight day after day. But because they want it. And in their minds, that’s enough.They weren’t there when your hands shook from

I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin