WHY ME?

Why me?
Why not
the person, who deserved
to carry in his heart the weight,
which is my lot?
He, with his spirit so disturbed,
so full of hate,
so dim,
he's laughing at the turn of fate
and mocking me.
Why me - not him?
Why am I stuck
with seemingly some rotten luck
up to my brim?

Because I can and he can not
survive the hopelessness of hope,
when circumstances pull the rope
and make impossible the knot
to be undone.
Because I can
face chill of walls -
my house walls, where dear voices
now no longer resonate,
the walls that grieve.
Because I trust the highest plan
where God can turn erroneous choices
and pain into something great.
And I believe.

26.01.2012