Reversed

I am the embodiment of an inner struggle, the kind every human faces within themselves an effort to break free from the mental constraints and frameworks that bind them, often having a reverse impact on their lives. I was born from the hands of one who portrayed the deepest human battles. My form is shaped by sharp, angular lines, just as life, with its harsh edges, challenges the human spirit.
I am the reflection of that moment when one must bow their head-not in submission, but to gather all their strength and overcome the obstacles before them. I am resistance. Within me, there is a constant struggle between progress and the halt of movement. I am the cry that goes unheard-not a cry of defeat, but a cry for resilience.
Sometimes, one must look in such a way that, in the deepest bend of the body, they understand the reverse meaning of truth-a truth hidden within the silence of this cry; a cry that speaks no language but changes everything.