Backstage: A Worn Warrior Gathers Himself
Grandpa paced behind the curtain,
clutching his speech notes with trembling fingers.
“Creator…
let the wisdom speak.
Not the wounds.”
He feared he might break down.
He feared the crowd would see the scars still healing
beneath the surface.
A young Pleiadian aide appeared.
“Honored one…
they are ready.”
Grandpa inhaled deeply
and stepped through the curtain.