Light filters down through cracks in the ceiling
The bed is unmade
Why wait until you see all the colors of the rainbow
Your heart is afraid
But there is safety in the walls all around
And the trickle of the faucet
Only measures out drops of survival
Like a grey day promising rain
Eager to be drunk by the parched earth
Chaotic healing
And cold cracked cement and steel
May be how you feel right now
But right now is just a drop of water.