The palm-leaf tent…

It was never easy, not the way I first imagined it.

After a long struggle, and more than once the tent collapsed,

each time I went back and built it again,

piece by piece… holding it together with patience.

It would fall, and I wouldn’t fall with it.

I would stand up again, and start from the beginning.

Today, as I sat there, threads of sunlight slipped through the dry leaves,

quietly… as if trying to comfort us,

or maybe to remind us that light still exists.

Tomorrow, this nightmare will end,

and instead of one sun… many suns will shine.

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