A big moment arrives,
likely without your (intentional) bidding,
when no Golden Key arrives.
You swear you aren’t looking for one,
assure others you know there isn’t one,
Yet, when you open that door
And everything comes up short.
Where is your way through?
Surely, following such pain and strife,
with the endless effort and hope,
raise its head and shake a greeting
Because your faith needs food.
Instead, you are told
humanity is a shithole
with moments of beauty between.
And how that isn’t trauma added
to the heartbreak is beyond you.
Because Faith needs not only Beauty
Not unending loss
but nutrients for the lost souls and
the begging souls who try,
for a beautiful life founded on self-respect
and a worth unquestionable,
unquestionable by color, origin, belief,
or day alive navigating a difficult and messy
and Beautiful world.
Finding the faith within to keep on
may be the magic
all of us seek.