A tale of a tough world

I wake up
Thank G-d
Jump into the world.

Sometimes
I admit
The world seems too much
Or my head too small
Too fragile
Too painful.

It aches, it burns,
Tears rising,
Sorrow
So deep
It’s almost existential.

I opened my heart
For you
You were there...
Where did you go?
Why?
But you’re still in my heart
Sometimes that’s not enough
But there you’ll stay.
Some day I’ll tell you
What you mean to me
Hiding nothing.
You think I have already --
No. But I will
Someday.

When life gives lemons,
Make lemonade, they say.
I’ll make sparkling grape juice
And say Kiddush!
Why not?
Life is what we believe it to be,
And this we can control.

And when the going gets tough,
I think of you
And of my hero –
My only true hero.
Not in my family,
But many miles away.
Fighting,
Loving,
Demanding each breath
Letting his soul fly
Even if his body cannot.

This is inspiration
This gives me strength,
For often my body can fly,
While my soul cannot.

And I pray for him
Beg for him
Cry for him
But I fear I cannot help him
Not in the way I wish.
But I can still try...
And G-d and I argue about this all the time.
However, heroes are never forgotten.
This is their most beautiful legacy.