Resilient no. 2

But then the tightness begins to loosen

with every day, subtly. Slowly.

A smile becomes fuller,

for all types of love

come and fill my heart again:

My grandmother, a good run.

The ocean, my happy cousins.

With each new day and sun

I begin to remember the good.

Because knowing that this thing finally 

gets shined on, burns, and dies,

renews and grows

and you survive

is enough.

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