perfect stranger

a cloud passes above me

and fog settles around

I used to be scared of its presence

and of the chance of rain

but now I welcome it

for the limits of the foreseeable

are also a blessing in disguise

because not only can I not see what is in front of me

I also cannot see what is behind

and the travelled road

is torturous

but there’s a hand I hold when I leave this world

and it gives me hope

hope like no other

hope that reincarnates

in every moment

in every breath

it gives me strength

when I see nothing at all

because one day

I will see you

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