But she is so young
They would say
When they found out
As if
Life
Would be so polite
As to wait
For old age
To start
This fight
They want to know
Why
Anything
To untangle
Their future
From this existential scare
Must be the purple hair
You won’t catch me with that
Anywhere
But no one is safe
From suffering
All we control
Is what we choose
To do
When it comes
Fight
Flee
Deny
Or
Sit with
And drink tea
I have done all of these
When suffering came to me
Thrashing around
In a wide open sea
Searching for an anchor
To hold me
Reprieve
So I could relax
And finally breathe
This anchor
Is God to me
In a finite world
So intricate
That to our minds
The possibilities are infinite
I choose to see
A God
Who loves me
A place where I can be
At peace
A Love
That breathed me into
Being
That holds me
When I am grieving
That greets me with
A twinkle of joy in Its eye
When I grow
Struggle
Thrive
And when I
Die