Sometimes

Life is often like a chess game against a worthy opponent. Sometimes the only move is a bad one, one where you will lose, maybe a lot. But these are the moments that define what kind of player you are:

Sometimes

Sometimes

We are all out of options—

The only choice is a bad one, or

The only way forward is a sad one.

Sometimes

Death needs to happen—

If life is to rise above the ashes,

From dust and dirt, renewed.

Sometimes

The only choice to see the truth

Is through a wall of rage,

A cage that stalls your hope for life.

Sometimes

There are no better days.

The grass is greener inside, they say,

But sometimes, fields die.