the only thing left standing after the hurricane
the only letter that this raging fire didn’t burn
a comet that did not turn into stardust
a sparkling gem forgotten in the dirt
like air
you will not see it and your life depends on it
like water
tasting bitter from the sands of discontent
hang on to it
a spiny tree below which lions await
hang on to it
and bleed and cry in pain
but keep it there
keep the faith