the emotions I should feel are anger, despair, and hate 

but I can't seem to allow myself to grow that irate 

the days are hard and the clock slow and all because I am hurting

What will bitterness impart in a weak soul?

What will contempt destroy in a very broken man?

What will rage trigger in a desperate wanderer?

It is the answers to my questions which lead me to this.

Why not love? Why not grace? Why not perspective? 

And all will be well

Ouch

Life hurts

Pain stings

It leaves me wondering

Will the sun ever come out again?

Will the day be bright once more?

Ouch.

The sun came out

But it seems to be

Hiding again

I can hardly handle it but

I know that in the "end"

the sun will rise higher than it ever has before

And all will be well

Because the dark days did not win

Infact, they did not win at all