Sad plights of humanity

People who believe in each other 
want proof. It's a burden you can't 
carry for them. 

We who love
don't worry. We
just lucked into it
forever. Now we
are home free. 

Those who seethe with hatred 
just use whoever's handy
to pin it on. Vent it out.
It's luck of the draw
- a different kind. 

People who want to kill me 
draw lots. They coordinate 
just enough not to cross 
each other up. They don't 
want to teamwork it. 

We each just sort of
bear our courses out 
across our backs
as best we can, in
light and heavy tread,
through the snowy
rain and windy sand 
of the sunniest night 
around, though nothing
makes sense, we find it  
with honor, dignity, shame
and humiliations galore. True
love or to blave, we face
and turn tail, whatever

we have to.  

It's our day to shine. 
And we fucking must. 

Turns out we fucking must