After pushing your dreams
in the darkest of phases,
and snatching your faith
from the closest of people;
After affronting your emotions
with the bitterest of expressions,
and scribbling their names
in the worst of your memories-
they walk away; Thank God, they do!
Yet broken till inside, you stare out.
Just one thing they’ve given to you,
and that’s what shall really matter-
That self-sufficiency, that beauty of solitude,
That old dusty fact that you are enough.
Just that one good thing, over terrific hundreds,
Just that one mere drop, over whole eruption-
I wonder, how magically, it dominates.