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Vindication is a strange god to serve.
It asks for everything
and never says amen.

No witness.
No verdict.
No final score.

All this time
building a defense
for a conflict that never comes,
making a martyr of myself
for an empty audience.

Keeping names.
Holding receipts.
Mistaking motion
for somewhere to go.

And here I am.

Life moving on
with or without me,
a blank page
where the last chapter ended.

I don’t know the way.

But there is still something in me
that reaches beyond
what I already know.

Curiosity makes the world larger.
Understanding gives it depth.

Let my hands make something
worth leaving fingerprints on.

Let me give while I am here,
and leave something warm
in the people I love
when I am not.

Maybe connection
is what survives us.

Maybe it was the inheritance
all along.

This old scoreboard no longer serves its purpose 

I have a compass now,
and enough life left
to follow what still pulls me toward it.

Authorship over vindication.

I have served that god long enough.