forced alliances

sometimes we make ourselves stay where we ought not be, trying to rememdy ills we are not able to master.

sometimes we realize our best intentions are always misunderstood and in what particular context. contexts can change. for that i'm grateful.

sometimes we make things right, not everything, just one thing. a tiny thing. a small unnoticable kindness, a pebble in the shoe of one soul, and none knows of the remedy, save the one who could only limp and favor the limb restored.

sometimes we make things worse and try paddling up a waterfall only to find it cannot be done, though we gave it a good show. our frantic efforts to conquer that which rushes in unchecked, amount to little more than exhaustion. the deluge will not cease by will alone. and we begin to understand this.

sometimes we are in a place for a person. we are there for no reason of our own, just to be witness to their lives, their story, playing a major minor role, and their scene would feel empty without our presence. that is all required, presence.

sometimes that season ends and we part with those we love, much time spent in grieving. much time spent in tears. this is always a worthy endeavor, no matter how undignified. i will be more undignified than this, he said.

sometimes the cloak of darkness is pierced, one spear of light through the lateral ribs of night. and we forever bear the wound of piercing. we forever bear the wound.

sometimes we are told, scars are badges of honor. and scan our bodies to realized we are riddled with scars. we are riddled with honor.

sometimes just the knowing of a thing, makes it all worthwhile. regardless of the outcome. and we know. as we have never known before.

sometimes trust finds us unawares, and we are found trustworthy, even find one to trust. that is a miracle.

sometimes we sit in darkness but the dawn always comes. remember that. it always comes. and i await it, with you.