A rose is not a rose, it is a process of changing and evolution towards no end.
Isn’t it amazing that we should believe something our entire lives only to awaken one day and see the change?
What was once so wicked is now justified, beautiful, and misunderstood.
Her anger was not of malice or sadistic pleasure, but it was a history of pain, abuse, and neglect that made her behavior seem harsh and nasty.
I pity her. I now believe in her cause. I’m even angry at the one we thought was the heroine.
Only another pawn in the wizard’s game, acting without knowing the back story.
If I can only remember to pause before I make decisions, learn to see the big picture, maybe I will not make such a blind leap and kill the Wicked Witch.