God always wins.
We are the masters
of chaos.
We piece together
our stories.
God forbid the pain
was pointless,
someone else deserved
our good life.
But we all know God.
We are God.
Shaping narratives
from our life.
Forcing a lesson
from torture.
Recalling our good
when fitting.
Excusing ourselves
when we want.
Shaping and crafting
all we are,
the one who loves us:
our one love,
and we tell stories;
we struggle;
life, just off center;
becoming
the greatest heroes
of our lives
for the best reasons.
Something ends,
and then something starts,
but we win.
We win everything
we write down
before we recall
our stories.