Why
hmmmmm
what is
the purpose
of pain …
there’s no hiding
in a hole
from it
it finds us
whoever we are
wherever we are
no matter the age
rich or poor
whether we’re ready or not
it’s coming for us
it can be the most beautiful day
or not
doesn’t matter the day of week
the year
the hour
the minute
the second
it’s there
taking form
taking shape
quietly
becoming
sometimes it’s a slow burn
other times
it smacks ‘ya dead
in the face
kicks ‘ya when you’re down
and out
like love
there are different levels
of it
the longer you live
the more you’ll experience
both joy
and pain
the deeper the joy
the deeper the pain
when tragic things happen
you wonder
why
why did it have to be
that hard
I can remember
being a child
and asking myself
that question
over and over
and over again
why
I’m older now
at the halfway point
and still
internally
externally
eternally
I’m asking
the same question
why
TL