the only fight that counts

 

there is a sadness so
powerful that it creates
purpose like when a bird
realizes it can fly.

there is an aloneness so
profound that it can
become a gift of freedom.

there are days so without
meaning that one wonders
if one has lived at all.

there are nights so blindly
dark that a million candles
could not cast a shadow.
it is only in that infernal
black can you clearly see
the incomprehensible
about yourself.

the mouth of life swallows
us hard,

the lessons are like rusted
nails and broken glass.

it is from out of this
hospice of pain,
suffering and loss
that life will learn to
stand up against death.

life will not win, but if
you stand, in the end
death will know it has
fought it's greatest
battle ever.