THE LAST TRAIN

Why do you live life
as if you are rehearsing for it?

I came broken —
I admit it.
I hurt you
The way you hurt me.
We did not know better.
We were surviving.

But there comes a time
When a man must choose
between life and death,
between fading
and duty

I am aware of my creations.
The wounds I repeated.
The patterns I fed.
The rooms I stayed in.

They all lead here.

This is the last train.

Not to escape — to move forward.

I will not burn it all down.
I will release it.
Gently.

I am full.
I am learning to be whole.
And still — I desire more.

With the power invested in me,
I tap your shoulder. There’s nothing to forgive.

Little Keeper.

You did what you could.
Your hands were pure.
Your courage was composed.
You carried us through.

Now rest.

We are healing.

I hear the chains loosening —
not shattering in violence,
They fall
because they no longer fit.

The last wall does not collapse.
It opens.

You sought the antidote.
You have found it.

And we are walking forward.

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