Orange

Here is a nub of orange strength
a morsel, a soupcon.
This tiny fragment is enough
to tell me, I can go on,
to give me strength
to keep on keeping on,
and hope that somewhere
somehow
it will all make sense,
and I will make sense,
and the sadness will cease,
or cease to consume,
and I will know
that I am enough.
This little piece
of orange.

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