Clinging on to flashes of light
No matter how little hope is left
The tiny crack in the foreboding wall
Like water dripping from a glacier
Of course I’ll stop to drink
Manufactured opportunity
The implications are there
But what if I’m just seeing what I want to see?
Making signals out of smoke and ash
Meant to be the wreckage
Of a failed situation
Burned beyond repair
When did I grow this stubborn streak?
Not backing diwn
Not giving up
Holding on tightly
To every straw I can grasp
This isn’t me
I should’ve given up
But here I am still searching
Using every crack and crevice
In the rock that holds me here
As a sign that maybe things
Can still be saved
Salvaged from the charred remains
I’m still pouring through
