ON STEVEN’S PAIN

ON STEVEN’S PAIN

In your extreme grief, wracked by pain,
when there are moments you no longer want to live
you go out at night alone, far from cities and lights…

Look up, carefully, at the dark endless heavens,
brimming with deep universes and the smallest of dots
and think how you are nothing in this world
amid these vast and infinite creations…
Just an idea, the tiniest something,
the least of the least, so unimportant it’s almost…

Then think of how important,
how momentous even and unique you are
for without you everything would be somewhat different,
without you infinity would be otherwise…
I’ve done it, take heart…
It’s no small thing! It’s not…

Dimitris Victor

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