Sanguine is this soul of mine,
Joyous in being, breathing, loving, all that this creation has thrown at me,
Be it pleasant or not I am thankful.
Goodness does not come without pain..this has been my experience.
I am not bitter for the anguish I have endured,
The blood I have tasted on my tongue, the bruises worn in honor,
They have strengthened my resolve,
Enhancing that which brings me solace and jubilation.
You are not alone!
This misery, your father and your father’s father before him withstood,
All for a chance to taste euphoria,
Are these not the jewels for which we spend a lifetime in search?
Dear friend, be not weary or disillusioned;
Beyond this torment is bliss– be it in this world or the next.
We, one and all, are pawns in this game,
One whose end is synonymous,
Whether rich or poor, with the victor being…
The human condition
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~