where hope once breathed

From my Letter to The One Who Thought It Was Over

amid the rust and through the dust,
to live your dream, you come here,
trusting the ways, proud and old,
until one day, they disappear.

standing alone where hope once breathed,
now shattered, scattered on the floor,
"what still remains?" you ask yourself,
what you came for is when no more.

a whisper inside then screams at you
to see the future, sharp and true:
you'll build with love beyond your name
for those who'll build because of you.

so walk the path - you must - despite
its thorns and spikes to make you bleed,
for stronger than pain have you become,
now that you know why you must lead.