Something good will come out of this soot,
this pain, these rejections
these harsh treatments, these hard times.

There will be reasons for
this hardship, this loneliness,
these tears, these sweats.

No, it's not success
not an award, a medal, or a praise
that everyone looks for.

It was the tears and sweats
shifting in the circulation of blood
scratching day and night
calling in every second of existence
that oscillate, converge, and instill
into a pearl of the time being,

that makes clams of us all.