Nadir

Tell me, at what point was your nadir? 

Did your arching zenith eclipse the low, 

Who’s apparition in comfort appeared. 

All your fervent secrets I’d seek to know,

And when the apogee encompassed it’s circle,

Where in the orbit did you uncover hope?

Descendants of loss keep our struggle internal, 

Emit photons to recover, and in the while,

Cope