Resilience in an Asterolasia

In your sagacity you chose the quiet place.

After the fires, the soil is charred

Specious, perhaps.

But your sanguine soul knows this time is different.

Not like last time.

When you were burnt to ashes.

When out of anguish, a single seed fled to this very place.

Your pulchritude hides your longing for assurance

Because you have to.

You are the only one of your kind…

You can’t be the ending…

Because if you don’t survive…