Faithfulness

The dust is starting to settle
Air becoming fresh, my coughs subside
A sun beam decorates the dust flecks that remain

The beauty of that moment
Floods relief to my beating heart

New options become like a hand
Offered in the dark
A hand that is warm and tangible
One that I feared was a haunting ghost

You have proven to be faithful
In ways I thought were incapable

Rain then comes and beats on my back
I look up for once and I laugh
Because one can run in the rain
Without an umbrella
And when it’s done
There might be a rainbow.