The sheep lived her whole life fearing the wolf.
The beast in the wild. The shadow in the distance.
She never dared to wander far.
She listened, obeyed, and stayed close to the shepherd.
He was her safety. Her familiar. Her trusted guide.
But in the end, it wasn’t the wolf that took her life.
It was the shepherd.
Not with rage but with routine.
Not as a predator but as someone doing what he always planned to do.
And isn’t that just like life?
We grow up fearing strangers, threats, and storms.
But we forget
The sharpest betrayals come from those we sit at the table with.
Those who hug us the tightest.
Those who say, “I’m here for you.”
And when the knife comes, it’s silent.
Because love was the mask all along.
Some Families?
They are like forests.
From far away, it looks united.
But get closer…
You’ll see how separate the trees are.
Each one with its secrets, its distance, its silent competition.
You thought you were surrounded by unity
but what you had was proximity
not closeness.
And the hardest part?
Everyone knows.
Everyone plays along.
Smiles are worn like badges.
Laughter echoes like rehearsed lines.
And you? You’re the one still believing in the fairy tale.
The lesson?
Don’t let appearances and words fool you.
Not all who pretend to protect you mean well.
Not all who claim they love you know what love truly is nor how to.
And not all forests are safe.
Wake up.
Watch closely.
And when the silence feels too loud,
know this
some knives are carved from affection
And some betrayals were planned with a kiss.
#crom_de_pen_goddess
