What Is Owed

This world is unjust

Terrible things will come

You will be asked to do

More than your fair share

It’s possible that
Your goals and dreams
Won’t happen

There are more disappointments

Than can be named

Life

Can really
Hurt

And because of this

You can sit
For a long time  
Or forever

Paralyzed from

Or raging against
The pain

You can

Find ways
To numb
What hurts

And though people

May be helpful
And empathize well

The hard truth is this

No one

Is coming
To rescue you

Everyone’s got

Their own stuff

And their stuff

Is just as hard
As your stuff

So we are together

Left with the task
Of figuring out
If this broken life
Is still worthwhile

Left with the work

Of deciding
What to do
With the hand
We’ve been dealt

Left raging

Against the knowledge
That this world owes
Every single one of us
More

Like a broke relative

That is never
Going to pay up

It owes us all
And it’s never
Going to pay

And yet

Despite
This injustice

It is somehow

Still possible  
To find

Just enough good

In this life

To forgive it

For what
Is owed