"life Is Short And Never Fair..."

When you ask me how it goes
these days
my first thought is
I'm well
I know of Heaven from the readings
and it echoes here in hell
I've no need for medication
I was crippled, now I walk
and all this hope of which we whisper
is nothing more than talk
The emptiness still haunts me
Fulfillment falls
just out of reach
Morning comes
like shells and driftwood
silent treasures on the beach
She is with me now
in spirit
I can't touch her
but, she is there
and her words remain inside me
"life is short
and never fair..."
JLynn23 JLynn23
22-25, F
May 9, 2012