the silk thread
of the tiniest silkworm
is a sure safety line
to catch his fall
he hangs upon my finger
and i marvel a bit
why must this creature
be saved at all?
would anyone notice? he is so small,
almost to be imperceptible!
but he’s given a fighting chance
to tether his fall
climb back up,
and live on
we are built to cherish our lives
and how i try not to forget
i am more precious than the tiniest of creatures
even if at times i feel like regret
i am built with the possibility
for endurance of the toughest sort
and resilience can be achieved
with time and through hard work
my father, am i so precious to you?
and if so,
please show me how to not give up
and to not let go
reassure me of your love again
let me know—
please, let me know
- les’nspired
