A poem by Domyo Burk
To you who would let go the lifeline and
let yourself drown:
for one more hour shoulder the burden of living!
There will come a time
when the world will become visible to you
like a mountain range from afar:
vast
and
complete.
There will come a time
when you hold something so delicate and precious
you would let every bone in your body be broken,
one by one,
before you would let it drop on the cold, hard ground.
There will come a time
when you see your path as a tunnel
with entrance and exit
and your hell for the fire you must pass through
between them.
