And, suddenly,
all you knew is dust,
all you built is ashes,
and the only thing left
is your beating heart,
hanging by a thread.
But that means
that suddenly, as well,
you're wiser and
you're infinitely
stronger.
So take that heart
and keep it carefully,
even if in a box made of glass.
Keep it beating, because
in the end, I promise,
we'll make it all worth
it.
- J.
C.
