What Supplements Faith? Poem by Michael Poston

Woke up crying
went to sleep crying.
How painful the days events are
that nothing you do changes anything.

To truly hate and love someone,
how can this be?
The dreadful things I tell myself
and the thought that comes afterward.

To be rubbed so tough,
when does it become wearing?
What’s going to happen
I hate waiting, its overbearing.

Soldiers across the ocean
fighting a war,
it’s very important for me to start early
I start as soon as I open the door.

When will I be coming back in the ballgame,
I left not knowing when I would come back.
But I knew I would be back.
But loving has turned to torture.

Some of the ugliest things
took the longest time to make,
the most beautiful things
are the hardest to fake.

I can’t decipher between realities
what I observed to be real and what
really is real, thinking they were the same.
Believing only goes as far as what you know can happen.

What supplements faith?
Nothing is secure.
Control is an illusion.
But having friends sure does help.