Tragedy
Tragedies;
they happen
and there is nothing
anyone else can do about them.
They are a fact of life;
weights on a scale
balancing the sweet
with the unimaginably bitter
and the good
with the painfully bad.
And though it be true
that we live for those moments that
"take our breaths away"
I am just as windless at breath,
clutching my sides with gasps and racking coughs,
And as easily winded at genocide and poverty
as I am at the vast serenity of the ocean
and at new life, and golden dreams.
My goal in life is to remember
that no matter how gentle the steadiest waves,
I am also promised destruction
and no matter how calm the seas,
the torrent will come,
a wave will bear down without mercy,
and will bring the promised tragedy.
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