Artherese

Often overlooked, even taken for granted. But kindness? At our darkest moments, it’s the spark that warms the will. Barely a whisper. But reminding us in echoes loud and clear. To go on. Until the spark is a fire that turns the tide. Finally. 

To grow up kind is to live a life. Live. As a light a catalyst, as an ember a pacifist, as a way of being — more than existing. 

(c) Artherese, 2024

Also, my first prose poety.