I must put aside the happiness of a gentler time
and gird my resolve for what lies ahead.
Already I’ve weathered the worst of it.
and the future seems a footnote, taken with all the rest.
Is any man so heavy his weight can’t be borne?
Is any man so endowed his torment not endured?
Who says you have to love a man? Nobody I know!
For what is love but the flower of our hopes and dreams
drowned in the tears of many a sad consequence.
Was losing our loved ones not the greater pain?
Was the drop from prominence not a harder fall?
As suffering becomes familiar it loses its sting.
Calloused hearts make fear easier to manage.