When you feel like
The stray hair that someone
The unwanted pit
Of an over-ripe peach,
Or the trivial nothing that exists
Remember that you,
The incredible you,
Are full to the brim with breath
And spilling over with miracles,
The way that summer spills over
My dear downtrodden,
Life needs you like you need air.
If you left, the world would be gasping.