Sometimes a person
Is not just a person
But a hope
A path
A lantern
A voice
Calling as you scramble
Your way out of the rubble
Sometimes a voice
Is not solely a voice
But a forerunner
An ally
A ladder
A clarity
Slicing through years
Of lonely confusion
Sometimes a life
Isn’t simply a life
But a rising
A calling
A movement
A difference
Offering an alternative
To the options presented
Sometimes a death
Is more than one death
But the death of
Assumptions
All the plans
A thousand
Futures that could have
Been if only.
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