Some days the soul just aches for justice.

Not out of bitterness,
but to know the pain we carried
wasn’t meaningless,
that someone, somewhere,
noticed how hard it was.

It comes from wounds you never chose,
words that were sharper than knives,
and memories that still echo
even when you try to silence them.

Sometimes it’s not even about karma.
It’s just the soul asking for justice,
straight to Divine,
hoping all this pain meant something.

Maybe real justice isn’t about
watching someone else pay.

Maybe it’s about our own hearts
becoming free enough
that their shadows
don’t rule our lives anymore.

So to every soul waiting
for gentle justice:
may you find peace —
not because the world proved fair,
but because something inside you
healed enough
to stop needing it to.

Trust this:
your pain was seen,
held by something vast,
and it will not be wasted.

Trust divine justice:
“what was done in shadows
will be answered in light.”

— Jayasudha
unspoken, still