burn away the haze

life is rough going.
you hold on
and do the best
that you can
with what you have.

lives fall out of place;
good lives
              and bad lives.

there are times
when there doesn't
seem to be
such a thing as
               retribution,
and all the pieces
don't want to line up
the way they're supposed to.

you lose people along the way
and it just makes
the ones who remain
all that more special.

and sometimes
there are so few
special people left
that you feel alone
in the crowd.

simple things
become a burden.

rising from bed
in the morning
is like waging
a war
when you
are the only trooper
left to fight
in the trenches.

in times like these,
you're led to drink
and drugs
or
hurling yourself
in front of a bus.

but it doesn't matter.
you're still here
for whatever reason,
and with a well placed
thought,
the remedy is at hand.
you get on with life
and life gets on with you
and the mysterious thoughts
come and go
like the rain.
but at the end of
every day,
no matter the clouds
in the sky,
the sun must set.
and no matter the fog
that distracts your view,
the very same sun
must come up in the morning
to burn away the haze.