One Tiny Flame
      By JoHannah P. Green

Poised between hope
and the abyss of despair
I balance on a single foot,
swaying.
Should weariness overtake me,
the abyss will claim me.
(I am so tired.)

Hope requires
an effort of will
beyond my strength;
a vision I cannot detect
in this darkness.
(I am so tired.)

One tiny flame,
weakly wavering,
casts a pool of light
around me
as I stand,
(so tired,)
swaying.

Your voice echoes
in the silent chamber
of my heart;
"The dawn will break.
The flame will strengthen.
Do not give up.
I will find you."