The Why Of It All
I have almost everything I've ever wanted
I have been granted answers to almost every dream
The only things I don't have are pretty much the unreachable
The unattainable
The totally impossible
Like loved ones not being dead
Like being able to go back in time
& apologise to those I have hurt
senselessly or deliberately, so very long ago.
Pointless, useless wants
So I've tried to turn my grief
Into emulating the strengths of those I miss.
The qualities that make me miss them the most
I've used my shame of past indiscretions
The needless pain
Given to innocent by-standers
As I raged past them on my thorny path
Damaging the sweet perfumed flowers
that should have slowed me down
If only I'd stopped to smell them
My shame and sorrow are the rocks I used
to build a bridge
a bridge to reach others in need
Hoping to ease their way through
Help clear their path
Seeing myself in them
and understanding the "why" of it all.
Because that is the biggest question of our whole life.
WHY
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