Justice.

When everything stops

And you take stock and stop

To realize you've been wrong

All this time

And have blamed yourself

All along

You surmise that sometimes

You cannot dare predict

All the backlogged prerogative

And then you dare

Share your private hell with someone who is

Kind enough

To tell enough

To try enough

To care enough

To be enough

To prove to you

That you were right all along.