Gracie

She aches for the truth. It springs somewhere between her lungs and diaphragm; she can feel it all the day long as she walks. But since falsehood clouds in her head and pounds in her chest, it reaches her tongue before the truth can. As soon as a lie escapes, disappointment flashes across her face, if only for a moment. Her stomach constricts but she cannot stop to worry; she must hurry to saturate her bitter words with her gentle, false sweetness.

She is disappointed in herself for being the sower of deceit, knowing that truth is fertile ground. She tries with all her might to remember, for she is a healer and she is a redeemer. She must not forget. However sugary her intentions, her speech is desperately wicked every time she forgets. The world is a breeding ground for hurt, and every lie results in harm to the innocent. And so she fights to remember daily: losing frequently, but trying wildly.