
When the dust finally settles,
upon all that is visible,
there is only her.
She is the one who cares about everything.
Venturing into the places,
where no one else would think to search,
posing daring questions ,
while always holding a flower in her open palm.
She knows it is overwhelming to bear,
but she dares to push the boundaries instead.
Allowing everyone to be included or to be ashamed.
The choice ultimately belongs to all of us,
and our own lives influence it.
They are too incompatible and culturally divergent.
When they are side by side, they ignite a fiery clash.
Whatever I have experienced,
you may never truly understand.
Explanations are ineffective,
they cannot convey
the depth of my journey.
There is a separate world, unknown to you,
existing as a parallel to your own story.
And if you were to inquire,
I would have never expected
that it would become a matter of concern.
Is there even a single approach?
To managing it without causing harm
to oneself or others?
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