sometimes you need a little peak
a squinted eye through a squinted blind
reminding you that the Sun still shines when you do not

reminding you that stars are not remembered for their flickers,
but for their fire
a beauty bestowed

it's not the falls that make the waterfall,
but the glory to which their roar beckons
recalled not for its eroding of the rock under the wear
but for the life it transfers in its own downfall

on nights when the clouds feel far more real than what lies beyond...
Light still exists
A beauty that shines out of depravity
Hope still exists
and it runs deeply.
Life still exists
In you.