Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

Tolerance


Righteous in their fury,
like squawking crows
that descend on me
in a flurry of beaks and
claws and wings, they
steer me to the truth
(the absolute truth),
unaware that their attack
drives me further from
their convictions.
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