Time frozen, a knock on my door,
a stranger weary and weak,
asking, “have you ever seen a life
like the one I had before? Way before
my need to search, my need to have,
back then my life unique”
-he softly said showing the path,
“with pain and anguish on this path I strived”
-repeated twice and looked away.
“I know, I know for scars I wear”
I quickly added, “it’s so unfair”
The stranger paused “I’ll find my way”
-he sadly said “and search some more”.