Life is packed full
of the light and shade
of gains and losses,
or so they say.

Some gains are triumphs.
others are merely
little steps ahead.

Some losses are
quiet disappointments
that need a new turn,
others tear at the soul
like a blunt knife
that leaves a
bloodied jagged
wound behind.

There is no formula of course,
like they come in equal measure,
for same seem to have gains
and others are consumed with
the lot that has been thrust
their way, and they are
supposed to accept this
empty grey plate,
served cold.

As for me, my conviction is clear:
to be some good for those in loss,
to be a ear when all seems done,
to be a source in despair’s wake,
to challenge caustic ways that lead to pain,
to open spaces where healing is fueled,
and to bring my hand to suffering
wherever within my reach.

I refuse to be passive.
I will do what I can.

 

19/8/2023