After a shattering storm
when a flower blooms
through cracks…
Doesn’t it look pretty
peeking through
the dilapidated mess
of the bygone?
Should it then
Sob for its loss
Or rejoice at the victory?
Cry for the hardships
or celebrate its strength?
Should it be resentful
or thankful for the challenges
that made it what it is .
The mind gets to choose
its side
The soul gets to choose
its scars
The body gets to choose
its healing
Sometimes, emotions
don’t understand logic
Sometimes logic plays
numb to emotions
Sometimes even in springs
when the wounds disappear
the soul feels conflicted
nonetheless
And that is the human condition.
Life goes on, no matter what.
One’s got to play one’s part.
Be there to survive it, fight it,
endure it, deal with it, win it.
Happily or not,
is a choice.