It Too Is Made Of Nothing Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not cease to
believe in
yourself like a vine that always clings to the trunk of
a tree
stretching always to reach the face of the moon
and after so much
exhaustion on so many attempts
finally
gives its pure flowers
to the
blue skies
if you cease believing
the skies will be gone
adrift to nowhere
the trees shall die
its roots
dry
and the strong wind of doubt
shall come
at a time when you are giving up
hopelessly
surrendering everything that you have in your arms
your hands
emptied by the nothingness of the
usurper

do not give up to what we are fighting against
come and take a closer look
it too is
made of nothing............... come and feel closer
we are made of that
sterner stuff
and no failure is greater than the memories of our
past successes.