It’s never how we want
And rarely how we hope.
When how things are show themselves,
Escaping from the shadow and deceit of what we thought,
We can sink down into the vacated darkness
Or swim against the tar-like tide,
Resisting the shackles of what could easily be.
A life is never lived without regret and fear
It’s never whole unless we embrace what we wish we’d let go
We can’t live without the spectre of death dragging behind us, shackled to our dreams knowing it will eventually win
But live we do
And try we do
And hope we do
Because when the only certainty is the end
All we have is to begin.