For every silver lining hiding a cloud

can wreck your hearth and home.

For every two birds your eyes will see

one or the other will have flown. 

For every light at the end of a tunnel

is a train to mow you down.

For every pretty fish in the sea

there is a shark lurking around.

For every blessing in disguise,

for every finger crossed in hope

there’s always a heavy price to pay,

no time to regret or to mope.

So set your sails on your own terms

the waters are dark and bloodied

carrying voices of the dead children 

and the ones I never carried.

Cross that river, find the other side…

there’s always more than you’ll ever know

and lest you falter, lest you deride

I am on that bloody boat, waiting to row.