We were born alike, under the same sky, breathing the same wind.
Light washed over you, purifying you,
bleaching you, polishing you,
made ready for life.
For me, it arrived in fragments,
uneven,
maybe shards scattered in the wind,
maybe lost in the density,
but never enough to make me shine, never enough to let me forget I was not you.
Some lives catch sunlight by birth, others fight for scraps, the same world, but some shadows are heavier, and some light is never meant to reach you.
And I learned that some lives are built to shine, and some are built to carry shadows.
