Not just

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


All the plans

A thousand

Futures that could have

Been if only.