in little hummingbird whispers,
I’m still here.
Advantageous circumstances finally presenting themselves
from Heaven’s open hand,
her palm which begs me to take from her,
I deserve these now.
P.S., she whispers, in airy breath,
you’ve ached enough,
no longer will you suffer,
I am here to prove you worthy and kind,
your tears of tumult disguised in the once-silent study
where tattered and worn your stoic self became
now, those tears dry, crystallising, salty.
P.S. I whisper
I am here
Like those words don’t belong,
I am still here, I repeat,
I will remain fighting.
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