From where comes your strength, oh fellow voyager,

when your steps are heavy and your heart sorrowful?

Do you look high to the skies and implore the celestial for assistance?

Do you look deep within and ask for an outpouring of solid will?

Do you crawl into a corner and breathe until you feel an opening for resurrection?

Every being finds strength in their own way.

Even collapse can be the foundation for renewal.

Never give up, I say,

or even in the giving up,

keep a tiny eye out

for a flicker of hope.

Hope is our rainbow.