When the sun goes down and the room gets dark,

I think about how the world makes no sense.

I think about how bad things happen to good people, and how there are children who begin their lives with futures that are stark.

I think about all the injustice I've gone through, even when I've done the best I could do,

I think about how life's not fair and that's not fair,

I think about how I hate watching my friends in despair,

 

And sometimes, I get so angry.

And I shake my fist at the sky and ask what all this means,

And sometimes I get so down,

That even my kitten's playful antics and snuggly purring do nothing to change my frown.

And sometimes I tear myself apart, thinking about what I could have done differently, shredding my own heart.

 

And the moon rises slowly, so slowly, and I see a dim light.

And I'm reminded there's hope, even in the darkest of nights,

 

And sometimes I hate that hope,

Because I know that to rise means I will soon fall,

But still I cling to it, because at the end of it all,

 

To live means to love,

And love's a messy thing,

Because being passionate about anything often results in words and events that sting,

But without love, life has no meaning.

And without meaning, there is not life, even if the heart is beating.

 

And as I drift off to sleep,

What I realize is this:

Life is best when love runs deep,

So I pull close the flame of hope, to nurture and keep,

Because at the end of the worst days I know that tomorrow can only be an improvement,

So until something changes, I trust that everything has happened as it was meant,

 

Because a loving father will only give me His best.

And with that in mind,

Finally,

I rest.