The Quiet Shadows of Justice

Tonight, I find myself lost in thoughts about the silent weight of justice.
Sometimes I wonder if we truly understand the power we hold over lives, how easily a single decision can change everything.
Sitting alone after a long shift from my part-time job, I stared at the old rope in my closet.
It’s just a harmless old thing to others, but for me, it symbolizes so much—the hopes and fears woven into each knot.
Life feels like that rope—fragile yet constricting—and I can't help but ponder if justice always wears the face we imagine or hides behind shadows only we can see.