Through it all, there is one thing we cling to
that gives to us, when life takes from us
it could be philosophy, god, or writing
when it doesn’t make sense to believe
we find a way
and every death to our expectations
means life to the other thing
when it doesn’t make sense to keep going
our pure joy remains
to love god
is to love above all things
self-improvement is a dead-end door
when life says “no”
we say “yes”
discovering something
we couldn’t find
otherwise
Knowing we will lose
and going the distance
anyway
against darkness
and the twilight of this world
failures become our possessions
refined by love
greater than trophies
glory
or light
taken by the moments
and not the triumph
over them.