This poem might save my life today.

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty­ five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust,
and I know
sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough
times

that you are down to your last two percent,
but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and
one day,
you are going to find yourself again.