resilience

 

where did hope live
all these years,
quiet as moth wings
needing nothing more
than the existence
of your flame.
it is a quickening pulse
that unfolds soft wings
readies them for flight
calls me onwards
through the night.

 

WhatsApp Image 2017-04-13 at 21.21.53
Drawing by Tim Hewitt-Coleman
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