Under the clouds of your sadness,

under the smoke of your fire,

under the scars of your skin.


is not what happens to you,

but who you are

when the day finds you,

when light hits the eye,

to reveal you,

when stars burn out,

and darkness covers you.


Not something you’ve become,

but something you have been

since the world first saw you,

since your soul was forged

in the impossible heart of the universe,

you have always been,

and always will be,


A precious creature,

given to this world

to make it better.

For the world is broken

anguished, and ugly.

That’s why you are here.



DJR – 2023

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