When I go through hard times
There are so many questions I ask myself
Didn’t I learn?
Why didn’t I see before what I see now?
Are there any good answers to these questions?
The answers are blowing in the wind
As the song says
The answers are illusive
My head becomes a jumble of thoughts
And it’s hard to make sense of it all
I can’t stop asking these questions though
I need clarity
Sometimes I need to accept the pain even though
I don’t have good answers to my questions
Sometimes all I can do is take it one day at a time
Or one hour at a time
Sometimes all I can do is t lean
On my friends and family for a while
I may never find the answers
But I will surly survive this painful experience
November 22nd, 2019