Trying To Understand

If life might treat you so accordingly,

Would there be any challenge to your pain.

What we could call a grief in our own lives

May not measure in someone’s eyes the same.

Lost in our luxury of knowing truths,

Always something significant will speak.

Yet that avenue of real is fiction

Only if assumption affords the game.

We could battle our own demons out loud,

A public outcry of distance alone.

Inside the shadow of disbelief loom,

Briefly defining how we find our Grace.

While all lives matter we fight for a peace,

A universe with retribution.

Please.