I used to think hope was
A thing of feathered starlight.
Then I turned and
Found you, ragged, at my heels.
I saw the ruptured blisters,
The grime beneath the nails.
I touched the peeling skin,
And tasted the blood
Dried on the heel.
My world has worn you raw,
But still you walk beside me.
How far you have walked beside me.
I kneel and kiss your weary feet.