Just-A-Stick

I wrote a poem last night and wanted to put it on here.

When Life Falls Apart

I

Won't ever

Understand

Why

So much suffering is on earth.

We try

To make the best of it;

Fix our circumstances,

But we fail. Fall.

A deep, dark pit 

Yawns before us.

At the bottom,

There is no light,

No upward path.

Just memories, sorrow, pain.

Regrets, choices, ghosts.

The way we act

When life falls apart.

It leaves wounds.

We bleed.

   Our souls die.

      No Hope.

And yet.

There is still Hope.

Somewhere in the darkness.

Huddled, like a child;

Afraid.

Afraid of what was lost.

Afraid of what could be found.

Afraid of Life.

Afraid of Death.

Afraid to dream again.

To start over.

To build up.

But we know we must.

Start over.

   Adopt Hope.

     Begin living again.

Fight our way.

Out of the dark.

The hole.

The emptiness.

Others help us climb.

Through the pain.

The misery.

And when we stumble, 

They help with our burdens.

We build again.

Build strength.

Stamina.

Resilience.

We grow our hope,

In our hearts.

As we get closer,

To the light,

Hope spreads;

Vining outward.

Ever upward.

To the light.
To peace.

To living again.

We take the pieces of our lives;

Once scattered,

Across the barren wastelands 

Of  despair.

And put them back together.

Little by little.

Until the pain is gone.

Healed.