LITTLE SPECK THAT STAYS

Creep back coyly, cut past the pride
with which you stepped out,
shrink into what you were
before your evolution hoped for all this,

dash your tiny leaf on a wave of oppression
that was always stronger than your Will,
loose what little motivation you mustered—

except for that speck, that little sliver,
that all alone is no match
for an adversary at any one time,
but as time passes, as everything else
that was so strong in the moment fades away,
this little speck holds on,
it stays, though small, it remains,
so that when nothing is left,
there is this speck, hanging on.

This little speck is the last of you.
It will carry you to the end.