on suffering

suffering is
a troubadour
the privileged
hide from
but cannot escape

do not pity them
pity is just another room
in their sunny Tuscany

tragedy mourned
with a broken heart
honors the dead
with compassion
for the living

the angel of vengeance
hardens the heart
with bitterness

sorrow accepted
brings us
to our knees
where we belong
to each other