sometimes

we lose our dignity.

at times

we have to go all the way back to where we lost it

and really think:

now where did i put it?

at other times

we get a clearly-written map placed right in our hands.

it was here.

and there.

here's how you pick it back up again.

and then there are times

where you wake up and you are blanketed with it.

you did nothing to reclaim it but rest;

and it's warm

and it's comforting

and it's everything it should be.