You have never seen me,
only my shadow.
But you have heard my voice,
as distant as it's been.
Every time we've met
I've been a shadow of doubt,
my arms in the shackles of fear,
hopeless with a burden of grief on my
back.
Every time I've tried to get to you,
the shackles kept me away,
or the burden has kept my eyes down
so that I couldn't see the light.
But when next we meet,
you will see me
standing free before you,
flames burning in my eyes.
My wrists will be bruised,
and my back sore,
but I will be smiling,
shining with the light of the sun.
-Zero
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