The Question. A poem.

It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? But while all questions deserve answers Answers are not always forthcoming Because life is not a Q and A session Life is not a simple straight line Life veers and sways like a fraying rope bridge over a bottomless chasm Life gives and life takes … Continue reading The Question. A poem.