There is no justice written
In this world.
It is what you make when
your bones are burnt and left
as a black stick.
When the fire has gone out,
Someone might have written
Something new
In the ashes
But
It takes a great sky to find
That one line written inside you.
It is difficult to
Feel special when you are lost.
And,
You might think that
You are leaving with
The light that fades quickly
But,
Believe that
You are learning to be no-one
To be someone one day.
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You are arriving.
