Perseverence Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

The fire pulses
Like the many young hearts
Across the universe of tragedy.
And the wind sighs and moans
Like the many weakened beings
Harboring their past existences.
And the clouds move hesitantly away
Like the many disappointed persons
Looking for their miracle.

But, even with that pain
Their fire still pulses
Their breath still enlivens
Their clouds still disappear
Just as the passing of time does.