Will Always Be For Our Own Good... Poem by RIC BASTASA

these are all
scribbles of my mind
i have something
inside
wanting to fly away
for years
i struggle to set
this bird free
i pity its
sad songs
but it is staying in
the nest of
my emotions
my brain does not work
that well
enough
how to get rid of a scourge
but know what
there is nothing that
analysis can really bring
a cure
a comfort or this compassion
for what is understood
but which cannot be taken away
for good
well this is life i tell
myself over and over again
we are inside a high fence
and we do not really know
what is over there
a green grass
a blue sky above us
what we do
we stay, we live, we pray
and believe
that what happens next
will always be
for our own
good.