There is a man because of a soul that gives life. He’s made of wood, wood because of its hard exterior. Durable enough to withstand the pressures of life. Strong enough to help support those in need. And rough on the edge, producing in him a humble nature. A man by birth. Raised from the dirt like a tree in the forest, created to be great amongst many. However, having the unique traits that were individually awarded to him, often times is a curse. His hard exterior, though durable, prevented anyone from getting inside, his depths were hidden. His strength was in helping those in need, but he became weak not realizing his own need for support. And however humbling, his rough edges often times produced splinters for those around him. Causing them pain when his only desire is to comfort. Misunderstood and mistreated, the wooden man felt alone in a world full of opportunity. He was incomplete, in need of fulfillment.

She was beautiful. She was sharp. She was forged in the fires of life. She was strong. She was a nail. She was sharp, able to penetrate the hard exterior of the wooden man, exposing his depths. She understood him, her metallic skin bypasses the man’s splinters with ease. Forged in the fire she became strong, stronger than he. She supports him, fixing him to a foundation making it possible for him to serve his purpose. A chance to be his best. She gave him life; she was his soul.

David Vaughn

"Fighting for Freedom in Ohio"