Why: A short poem
Why is a word that often makes me sigh,
Am I really here and not there, I wonder why?
Why should I have to be pleasant when all I want to do is cry?
The heart can not bear the blows just as the mind will defy.
Destiny takes its own course said the wise men in parchments long gone dry.
Be stoic and a warrior with all your shields held high,
Let life’s blows come with the smile glowing in every reply.
Even when all I want to ask is only why?
When will life be tranquil and I can stop asking why?
All prisoners of our own mind in this never ending series of why…
Finally getting closure is a daunting task amongst this mammoth mountain of whys.
This post is a contribution for #Causeachatter
