Sometimes

Sometimes the push is just enough to send what’s left of us to the ground. Sometimes there is no answer. Sometimes we endure through the worst and never recover. Sometimes getting out of bed is the accomplishment. Sometimes we must let go of what we thought was good. Sometimes we forget what is good. Sometimes we are left standing, hands empty, with a great hole in our chest. Sometimes that hole remains. Sometimes we walk with that hole until the end. Sometimes relief comes. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes we must sit alone and bear it all. Sometimes the weather will be kind enough to match our mood. Sometimes the rain will fall and fall and fall.