reflections

I don’t want to talk about all the bad that is happening.
and I refuse to observe as I turn an inward eye.  

I am aware of everything that I am losing.
I stop to take note, of the beauty in and around me.
How have we come so far? To arrive here where we are.
The irreparable damage, the force which wrought our dishelved lives.
They say survival is of the fittest, rightly so, it seems unjust.

as I contemplate the sky, I wonder if my prayers are heard,

though I believe that I must solidly behold my faith.

That what must be will be 

and the losses we've suffered, 

give reason to our path.