WHY?

Why do so many struggle and strain,

Like lost sailors drowning in rain?

It is like asking, "Why is the night

Wrapped in shadows, void of light?"

Darkness comes as the sun must set,

And struggle, too, is nature’s net.

Not a curse, nor fate unkind,

But a challenge to sharpen the mind.

Some will stumble, curse the way,

Blame the night and dread the day.

Trapped in echoes of their cries,

Lost beneath complaining skies.

Yet some will strike a spark to see,

To light the path where none may be.

They face the dark, but light a flame,

Solving problems all the same.

For night is certain, yet lamps still glow.

Struggles linger, yet answers grow.

To respond is strength—to act is key.

Not just to suffer, but to be.