The scratches on my palms.

The wind blows from all directions
And today it is not easy
to not look at my palms
but I lean on the railings
Against the winds
For I’m the storm, I’m the strength.
I’m the winds of change, I’m the pillar of humanity
I’m the sunset on the horizon, the mast of the ship
And I’ve just set sail
So I’ll stop staring at my palms
Because I don’t see kindness there
There is no destiny that has not wrath
We make our own, and kindness is in ourselves.

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