Why can’t I write of happy things

Of all the simple joy life brings

I tend to write when I’m in pain

Words keep swirling in my brain

 

The words I need to go write down

It’s the only way to rid my frown

It makes me think of my loved ones

Of all the rising, setting suns

 

It lifts a weight within my heart

It doesn’t end, but it’s a start

It helps to ease the pain within

For then a smile can begin

 

When people read what I have wrote

It puts a lump within their throat

They tell me that it makes them cry

Sometimes I almost wonder why

 

I try to write so they can feel

Love for the ones with which I deal

For now they haven’t died in vain

If this was so, I’d go insane

 

God puts creatures in my care

He knows that I will treat them fair

I’ll heal them, then find them a home

Not leave them on their own to roam

 

Yet sometimes they are way too sick

To even give my hand a lick

I know that then it is His plan

To take them back, away from man

 

It is those times I do my job

Regardless of how much I sob

I try to make their passing calm

‘Til they are safe within his palm

 

Then I ask for strength for me

When death has set their spirits free

To find a way to ease my pain

To others now I must explain

 

That writing is the gift God gave

To ease my pain and make me brave

For once the words are there to see

They pain’s no longer locked in me

 

It’s my catharsis, it’s how I heal

When I can say just how I feel

I try to use it as a tool

Although some people think it’s cruel

 

For pity it’s not done at all

It’s for the ones who’ve had to fall

The ones who’ve passed through Heaven’s door

That’s truly who this is done for