The way it is

The way it is

The way it is

So, we go through life,
what else can we do?
Bearing, or perhaps enjoying,
or not,
the journey as it unfolds

Little things,
also the big ones,
leave their mark,
repressed or remembered it matters not,
for we either bleed,
or heal,
a little at a time.

We give out joy
and yes pain,
we receive like in return,
causing suffering
and joy;
much of our harvest
a karma of sorts.

We learn,
or perhaps not,
either to our ruin or healing,
in the end,
we really do it to ourselves.

We blame God for what we do,
the pain that it brings,
demanding freedom for ourselves
but for others
well
we want God to restrain them.

Each the center of their universe,
a lie of course,
when universes collide
destruction soon follows.

Life is hard
unfair,
none of us really good,
often unfeeling to the needs of others
only our pain important
the sufferings of others really nothing at all,
well,
unless it impacts on us;
for often we love others only for ourselves
their leaving
creating a void.

So we love,
hate,
endure one another
until one day hopefully
we are awakened,
grace touches us,
the gift.